The Star and the Altar…
Call forth Offerings from…Mairi Campbell, Edinburgh Cynthia Winton-Henry-iphoto sketch Hans York quote and photograph Christine Gautreaux poem “Fall” Harriet Platts, tree photo and poem Jocelyn Head poem “My architecture” Ruth Showalter, Donna Mazolla, Ellen Solot: Image Altar Suzanne Cimone, Voice of the Universe And a special downloadable play by
Marlys Tobias and Cynthia Winton-Henry “Grandmothers Dance the Creation of the Universe”
New Music by Mairi Campbell
“Gravity is a force born out of the Soul’s respect,
witnessed in a dance to pull apart and then connect, the heart of the matter, the energy.”
BY CHRISTINE GAUTREAUX
and falling out of the sky from 32,000 ft in my first free-fall sky dive over the Majave Desert in Ca.
Wind whipping by
feeling weightless until the ripcord pulls,
the shoot opens jerking you up
and then utter silence…
It’s me & God
Silence so profound it opens up places inside of you, you didn’t know existed.
Sliding in for my first landing thanks to a last minute wind shift…
Bruising my tailbone…
But Oh what a rush! Falling, Rising, Floating – Yes!
It reminds me of falling in love for the first time.
College boy more interested in what he could get than what he could give.
He dedicated Tom Petty’s “Free Falling” as our break up song.
And YES that landing bruised me too.
But did I jump again?
Yes! Yes I did.
The thrill, the rush the pure pleasure of adrenaline that occurs in love and in adventure unmatched by the everyday
I met my true love in the Fall.
Five years later we began to date as the leaves turned and the air chilled.
A county fair – one of our first official dates…
A moment in the parking lot where he set an extra coke can down & kept walking…
I stopped and declared, “I don’t date litterbugs!”
He never littered again. (but he still sucks at recycling)
On top of the Ferris wheel that night we began the gentle fall towards love. The sparkling lights that covered the everyday grime making the evening all that more enchanting.
Falling every so slightly like in the steps of a Waltz.
Falling asleep snuggled into each other’s arms wrapped so tightly together we breath in warmth and out unity.
I HAVE fallen down & fallen hard & risen time and time again.
As a mother, as a wife, as a woman and as a friend.
My tears have fallen in sadness and in joy showing both my strength and softness at the same time. Like jewel toned leaves racing towards the ground.
Fall creates a masterpiece of beauty – natural art that changes daily as our lives do even after 20 years together.
Why yes, Fall is my favorite time of year. Listening to the wind sing it’s song & the leaves dancing and glowing with color on their last journey.
I love the crispness in the air. The flavor of campfire smoke and the holidays teasing my senses.
Most of all
I love the moment
when the possibilities of life unfold before you as you gently let go
like the leaf
and opening like a life saving parachute
It’s you & God
As you gently ride the air currents home.
The spine of soul
spiraled toward hope,
down toward song
up the heart.
My architecture by Jocelyn Head
written Saturday 23rd Nov 2013 at Mystic Tech
Retreat in Santa Fe NM, after dancing my architecture
dance for Susanna Paine – so apt – so scary – so divine.
Finding nothing, desolate.
Peering – ‘where are you?’
Aaah – there you are
Late comer, holder, inviter – Lyn.
‘Where are you?’
Around me, dancing, with me.
Here in this room!
God naked too.
‘Are you enough God?’
Into your hands I allow myself to fall
Falling into God’s hands.
Touched by God.
Click on these images below to see the artist & description.
THE VOICE OF THE UNIVERSE: MUSIC AND LYRICS BY SUSANNE CIMONE.
My body, my blood, and my bones,
Like the earth, the river and stones,
Are the voice of the universe
Singing loud and clear.
Grandmother or cantor:
The spaces are the silence.
The pulse, the heart, the beat,
The flow creates the rhythm,
The fire, the stars, the heat.
In 2002 Marlys Tobias and Cynthia Winton-Henry created a play to honor the oldest and newest star story around. It relies heavily on InterPlay, Brian Swimme and Thomas Berry’s The Universe Story: From the Primordial Flaring Forth to the Ecozoic Era, A Celebration of the Unfolding of the Cosmos, Harper San Francisco, 1992, Chapters 1-3. The challenge of both telling a non-liner scientific creation story from the point of view of particular grandmothers was both exciting, rewarding, and we hope a good way to make this information accessible to intergenerational groups that have not yet made the universe story a part of their greater mythology and spirituality. If grandfathers wanted to get involved, we would welcome that.
This is a structured improvisation using InterPlay’s improvisational forms.
The form Place in the script Babbling Things we want Walking, stopping and running that becomes dance After the Big Bang Group Hand Dance Hydrogen Helium Singing a Chant with a repeatable phrase Hydrogen Helium Shape and Stillness Star Dance Shape and Stillness Black Hole Dance-on-Behalf-of Solos Ending Dance
To be an artist is to act and converse with the mysterious intelligence of life.
Is it time to say the sacred words? “I AM AN ARTIST?