Vancouver; once again I am enchanted by you; the secrets you keep the hearts you give refuge.
In moments of serene silence we two beings circled a mass delight of phonic chaos.
Costumed and embodied; fuelled and stimulated by the re-remembered ancestry of those who so fervently wanted to dance; those waiting in the midst of the thinning veil of Mí na Samhna.
When you practice speechlessness you hear and receive on a level no words could delineate.
Blood boils as they feast on our unified somatic offering; a gift of the souls sweet honey and autumns spirited harvest.
We play; spiral and cavort as the universe serenades.
From hallowed fire and a seasons dying; we become new and old all the same.
Our own collective Cata-strophe:
“A way woven for us that didn’t wait for our readiness.”
As above so bellow.
I am blessed to be dancing with you all on this journey; alive and otherwise.