The body is a mind of memory. Of time etched in a living canvas. Impossible to contain, always flowing and moving …. As a young dancer I learned my body was the pinnacle of knowing. Now 4 decades later evolving …. meditating in and of mind, my mind has become a body part (part?) inseparable from a whole body/voice/mind/ spirit. The mind is no longer the adversary to body, the suppressor of motion, the superior knowing it is of my body and my body of it.
