GDP 2025: Cloud Woman Calls the Dance
Reposted from mpowerdance project
Listen. Together.
Talk. Together.
Dance On. The Tightrope.
Defy Gravity.Noticing my feet, my ankles, where nerves retract out of fear, curling my toes away from the outer wall in my shoes. Shoes that speak of great support for the model foot without housing one. I am one of the lucky to have shoes, to run and skip turn in. Undeniably the real sense of relief, bare feet in the soft green not-yet-spring grass, feeling energy move my toes, flow right through the tassel of my ankles. The ground reaction force softly circulating bones and viscera, connecting this earthling body to the source, earth contents, to extracellular matrices, interstitial pressures. I connect like mycorrhizae fungi connects over and through the sensual greens. Fresh, air, after the cloud shed tears. Sun puts on a Van Gogh show. Color, light vibrates harmonics on oak moss and madrone bark. Trees breathing above and below the Earth to which it stands, holding the moment, indivisible from human insanity.
Where I stand or dance or walk or play. More humans join me. Wild air, ocean air, sand crash surf. Here I must admit, truthfully, and see myself as human among humans looking up, we cannot fly without wings. I cannot stand for centuries like granite boulders. I cannot grow like ancient trees that sing slow vowels to heaven and earth, in an intimate lock of breath and life and death and life. I am human full of hope and air, and error to learn from. I dance to live until I die.
Cloud Woman calls us to the dance with gentle rhythm and life. Mpowerdance choreography, costume and set design. Performer Sasha Silveanu Camera work Bart Frescura Director Mary Power
Talk. Together.
Dance On. The Tightrope.
Defy Gravity.Noticing my feet, my ankles, where nerves retract out of fear, curling my toes away from the outer wall in my shoes. Shoes that speak of great support for the model foot without housing one. I am one of the lucky to have shoes, to run and skip turn in. Undeniably the real sense of relief, bare feet in the soft green not-yet-spring grass, feeling energy move my toes, flow right through the tassel of my ankles. The ground reaction force softly circulating bones and viscera, connecting this earthling body to the source, earth contents, to extracellular matrices, interstitial pressures. I connect like mycorrhizae fungi connects over and through the sensual greens. Fresh, air, after the cloud shed tears. Sun puts on a Van Gogh show. Color, light vibrates harmonics on oak moss and madrone bark. Trees breathing above and below the Earth to which it stands, holding the moment, indivisible from human insanity.
Where I stand or dance or walk or play. More humans join me. Wild air, ocean air, sand crash surf. Here I must admit, truthfully, and see myself as human among humans looking up, we cannot fly without wings. I cannot stand for centuries like granite boulders. I cannot grow like ancient trees that sing slow vowels to heaven and earth, in an intimate lock of breath and life and death and life. I am human full of hope and air, and error to learn from. I dance to live until I die.
Cloud Woman calls us to the dance with gentle rhythm and life. Mpowerdance choreography, costume and set design. Performer Sasha Silveanu Camera work Bart Frescura Director Mary Power
