It starts with a hungry T. rex that I think may be satisfied with pizza crust. These are some of my first notes from a night’s dreaming. More words follow, and more dreams come up as my hall from the night. I don’t always have ample time, but this morning I do, and so I let myself ponder the dreams from the night before, noticing how they are speaking to one another with themes rearranged into different scenarios. And like the alchemist, all of this is boiled down into a drop - an elixir of longing.

Movement Score:

Where do you connect with longing? Is there a time of day, a place, a position? a memory? a familiar impulse? a dream image?

Once you're in a place that feels like it can receive you, activate your imagination, rearrange your limbs as needed, and explore the contours of your longing.

How is Longing’s gesture gesturing through you today?

Curling up or reaching?

Yawning and stretching? Running? Or both?

Caressing a tree and drinking in the scent of her?

For example, every time I go food shopping, I connect to a sense of tiredness. If I can’t lie down on the grocery store floor and I know not everyone in the store wants to hear how utterly tired I feel I can admit the minor gesture. I can spill over with an exhaustion that is bigger than me and taking my leaking self from the store I can and as you take your leaking self out the door is there a place that you would like to saturate with utter exhaustion? Pour, spill, ooze, melt into?