This morning was the second Sunday that happened inside a hall rather than out in the field. The theme developed during the week into a lesson in listening: listening to the movement that our body wants to form, listening to what others want to say, listening to the environment within which we all exist, listen to the awake moment of now.
I experiment with adding some words to a soundscape. Although I had formed a playlist, I found that the need of the group was to not go "up" so soon. The warm floor was so enticing and there seemed to be an inward, reflective mood.
My thanks to the crow for it's message. (And to Jody, aka Jobomo, for her track. Thanks, of course, to all the musicians and creators.) My thanks to all who came to move this bright, sunny morning.
