dance #143, dropping through

Wednesday May 13, 2009

Dropping through

2:50 p.m. Vancouver time. The plane descends through thick clouds. Lots of turbulence. I tune into the conversations around me, and hear the shift in tones as the plane lurches. I delight in the sensation, feeling the bottom falling out of our forward movement. Feeling the drop as a collective body phenomenon — as a body-among-others nestled in the body of the plane. A collecting up of affects and movements. I listen in on conversations, hearing how voices and timbres are affected as we drop through clouds. Listening to how the sensation of dropping through propagates. I’m in Vancouver for a conference. Toronto was bright and shiny this morning. Vancouver is so full of water. We are in the middle of a seemingly interminable rain. Sopping wet and saturated with green.

~ by nmyers on May 18, 2009.