I have entered the Santa Fe River again, and the River has Responded

Sucking Rock Finding Water from Mano Sipowicz on Vimeo.

It has been almost a month since I was at the ocean dancing (go HERE to see more about that).  Why did it happen this day, this last Sunday….  The night before had been Very Red on a club dance floor with a beautiful woman.  And Sunday itself, I had a movement warm up in Randy Millers “Soul Motion inspired class,” connected to breath again like I had at the ocean with the waves.  It was also a very emotional day, meaning lots of crying and confessions and feeling exposed.  By the afternoon I just new, I NEED TO CONNECT TO BLUE.  As I started to prepare, clouds gathered outside, as if nature herself was egging me on to come play; it had been perfectly sunny before that. 
A friend asked me later, “what is blue?” 
“Blue for me is the ocean and waters of the earth and sky.  I know oneness in blue, some would call that god.”  I had been longing to connect to that again and today was the day.

As I drove to a more secluded place in the Santa Fe River is started to drizzle as I have only ever experienced in Santa Fe.  It is the kind of rain that brings out rainbows, as if angels are crying soft tears to heal our open wounds.  If you blink you might miss it or think it was your own tear.  Sky of extreme colors; dark Shiva blue clouds next to the whitest white that one only encounters with god and then Virgin Mary blue sky filling it all in. 

Nature was responding to my longing or was I responding to her movements?

Moving in nature with a camera is a strange balance for me of authentic somatic movement with a strong visual witness presence.  Not quite the same as it was moving on the beach in California with no camera.  There, I spent a lot of time in restful movement, actively observing nature, taking it in with my whole bodies response.  But today it was easy to tap into that somatic remembrance.

I didn’t know this day, that it would actually be the somatic movement of sand that would help me to reconnect with blue water.  I had forgotten how much time I had spent being with the sand; watching it as it shifted down the side of a hill.  One pebble touched by wind, it would shift, and then another, and then a whole group tumbling after it, as if they did not want to be separated and yet not clinging.  As I watched this movement of the sand, my body could not help but to also move.  You will see in the video a kind of twitching movement, which is the sand shifting within me.  With out purpose I found that movement again on the side of the riverbed and that shifting in my body sent me to the ocean that lives in my own body.

And I am grateful for this day!

Three days later it rained a bit harder and I went out with my camera to capture sound and motion.

Last night it rained so hard that it snowed in the mountains and this morning the river flowed full and then down to a trickle at least till noon.  And in that trickle I walked with the Santa Fe “Ditch Witch.”   She is going to do a spell for me, for this creative adventure that started this summer when I quite teaching Nia because I was having three migraines a week, spent a month in migraine hell and slowly started to hear the whisper (with the help of my brother) within my own self, I’m an artist and then with some bashful giggles saying it out loud to others, “I’m an artist.”  It is this phrase that the ditch witch is blessing with my intentions, river findings, and her extraordinary wisdom of time being an artist herself Erika Wanenmacher.

To receive the blessings from this Santa Fe River, from this place, I must enter her with my whole self, with touch, breath and movement I offer my self to her in gratitude for the gift of her that is also me that is also the ocean that is also god.  As I gift her I gift myself, as I gift all those that have helped me to arrive at this moment!  Thank you !

Rock,   rock is just larger piece of sand.  This day I sucked on sand till I found water.  Isn’t there water in rock?