prueba
Sarah dice: Estoy pensando en el "espacio" físico entre nosotros mientras nos conectamos, digitalmente. Es aún más evidente ahora. ¿Cuándo nos encontraremos "cara a cara"?, ¿O es este espacio virtual en lo que prosperamos para nuestras interacciones?? Me ofreces esta libertad para expresarme, sin limitación y juicio? Nunca "prescribe" y por lo tanto "permite" que suceda cualquier cosa, orgánicamente. También pienso en el espacio entre mis huesos y mi piel., porque ahí está lo prescrito.
Maija dice: Estoy haciendo plomería mientras decidimos comenzar. Hay algo reconfortante en la cosecha. An energy exchange that bouys me up, más ahora soy consciente de este toma y daca que es la cosecha y la siembra.
Cuando me conozcas estaré en el exterior, límite de espacio y tiempo. Aquí eres parte de mis pensamientos, tan rápido como el viento que puedes respirar. El espacio entre ellos es paradójico.
Maija dice, tell me about bones and skin. (But i promise to pass you hand written notes if necessary) 😉
Sarah says: Conservo los higos mientras nos embarcamos en nuestro segundo capítulo conversacional. La cosecha más abundante en diez años, debido a las escasas lluvias. Las hojas de higuera cubren mi cuerpo mientras las cosecho, como censurando mi carne. Mi carne es lo que siento en el espacio entre mis huesos y mi piel. Los huesos son duros y fuertes, la piel seca y frágil. La carne en el espacio intermedio ocupa tanto espacio como se permite. Carne de mi cuerpo, pulpa del fruto del higo, abundante, sensual, sexual, naturaleza, conectado.
Sarah Misselbrook: (I love the idea of receiving hand written notes – old school!)
En Mayo: Positivamente rebelde! Conversaciones clandestinas?
En Mayo: Maija dice: Mierda, veo a que te refieres! Tan pronto como dijiste carne, el grito se elevó, la voz del cuerpo, No me debes!!!! Quizás haya una receta más amable que la sentencia condenatoria, los límites autoritarios, el control… si es así se ha olvidado, la forma de escribir y cumplir con ternura un guión, completamente, confiado en ti.
En Mayo: (Broadly speaking on the macro cultural i mean)
En Mayo: Maija dice:
What is this prescription inserted beneath my skin restricting confining inhibiting me from whence did it come and why do I listen and how do i transmute it refashion it for now and then and when
Maija: Libertad si, go ahead 🙂
Sarah Misselbrook: Sarah dice: Quizás una "edad adulta" de regulación social / cultural y auto-prescrita, regla y medida. Uno que, si es adoptado, puede ser reemplazado por la maravilla "infantil" y una más completa, tierna conexión con uno mismo y con los demás. Deshacerse del "auto-ridículo". Una adopción de "autoaceptación". Entonces sobreviene una libertad. La higuera es innegablemente hermosa, abundante, envejecimiento, lleno de carne en verano y esquelético en invierno.
En Mayo: Me imagino esto gritado en el bosque para sentirme gritar. Como para reclamar mi voz para mí primero.
Sarah Misselbrook: Sí! Gritos… una expulsión infantil de emoción. Uno que se "prescribe" como "negativo" o "antisocial". Gritemos en el bosque.
En Mayo: 💛
Maija says: that sounds like good medicine, Quien le haya dicho al niño que crezca porque el mundo afuera es frío ha perdido por completo el punto.. Al menos, the point we are driving at somwhere on a forested path, auto designado no prescrito.
Maija says tell me about the cycles and expressions, messages and memories of Fig
Sarah says: the fig leaves historically, religiosa y artísticamente han sido expresiones de censura, cubriendo los genitales. Imitando la cobertura de su propia madura, fruta blanda. La civilización de nuestros organismos públicos para ser aceptables. El marchitar, las ramas negras esqueléticas están desnudas en el invierno, hibernando, el ahorro de energía. Yo soy la higuera. El nuevo crecimiento en la primavera imita mi propia energía. La higuera nos ofrece esperanza ante la crisis climática, restauración y una afirmación de que si se deja solo, la naturaleza nos sobrevivirá.
Maija dice: a thought came to me between reading you and picking oregano from the garden. Quizás eso es lo que es disentir: una invitación a la libertad. Una redefinición de parámetros, un recordatorio de que eres libre de encontrar tu propio camino, juntos, sin concesiones, conectado por diálogo, no alejado por la diferencia.
En Mayo: Jajajaja quiero escribir pero suena lascivo ahora. Problemas de interpretación. Dilemas de censura.
En Mayo: Sin censura pero interrumpido, el flujo de respuesta dice, Quiero conocer tus higueras y escuchar sus huesos, bella Durmiente, vestido con el esqueleto de brujas con rodillas nudosas.
(Uf, pasé la parte problemática 😁)
Maija dice: No sabía eso de la mímica, la hoja de parra dando sentido a los genitales, ahí entonces está la promesa de fructificar! ¿Qué es esta aversión a la madurez?? ¿Hemos olvidado cómo ser un hijo del alma?, creador / guerrero, y marchito? Todos estaremos hambrientos de vida si nunca se nos permite madurar más allá de nuestra naturaleza infantil informe.. ¿Qué más podríamos convertirnos??
Sarah dice: we are warrior women. Lleno de fruta y placer sensual, propiedad de nosotros. Dar o censurar, eso es nuestro. Revelar u ocultar. Cuando queramos. Nuestro arbol, nuestro cuerpo. Cumplido. dador de vida. Placer. Dolor. La nuestra. Vida. Muerte. Agarrando al niño en nosotros, pero siempre envalentonado por la mujer madura.
Sarah Misselbrook: Knobby knees 😂
Sarah says: nature is unforgiving in its maturity. En su propia naturaleza, oculta y revela en ciclos.
Sarah dice: nature plays, apologetically.
En Mayo: Laughing out loud
Maija: Mmm!
Sarah dice: *unapologectically….
Sarah dice: my phone is censoring me.
En Mayo: Obviously! Hahaha
I totally read it the right way how interesting
Sarah Misselbrook: Of course you did, and that’s why this works so well!
Maija dice: I grew up with the candlebark eucalyptus, delgado como yo, baúles pálidos plateados a la luz de la luna, hojas de olivo y rojo papel como plata crujiente al sol. El cuerpo abraza cuerpo a cuerpo, oído a ladrar reveló que el aire en su corona era un río de sonido que brotaba y corría río húmedo y cayendo en el interior, borboteando con el placer de los vientos susurrar. YO, árbol caminando, lejos de la tierra seca y el sol abrasador lleva el recuerdo como los árboles llevan el recuerdo de mí.
Sarah dice: your words ‘the trees carry the memory of me’ have brought tears to my eyes. Que han visto los arboles? Que han vivido? Que alegrías, esfuerzos? Vive en ellos, como nosotros. Párate rápidamente, como los arboles. Capearemos la tormenta. Nuestras raíces son profundas. Deja que el viento nos capee, la lluvia para darnos vida. El sol para quemar nuestra piel. Envejecemos con y como los árboles.
En Mayo: Los árboles son la mayor conciencia vegetal más unificada que experimentamos como presente en nuestras vidas., Maija reflexiona. Su presencia se siente. ¿Alguna vez te has movido entre los árboles por la noche?? Es más fácil sentir sus personalidades en la oscuridad,
Some welcoming offering shelter, otros hostiles o espeluznantes. Un amigo mío lejano dice que los árboles recogen mis canciones y ella puede oírme cantar, podría ser así? ¿Qué tan conectados estamos nosotros y los árboles??
En Mayo: “I am of the forest people” echoes echoing
“I am of the forest people”
Louder, swelling
“We are of the forest people”
Now I hear the heartbeat
Drumming
There was a man who told me trees were the original books
And their wisdom needed no translation raw from source
They are the original guardians of place.
En Mayo: La bella durmiente dice: me cuidaron mientras soñaba.
En Mayo: *they
Maija says there are dreams in which the fire is like lava on a hill and there are dreams where there is a lava pool inside below the tree. Hay sueños donde el árbol es el portal y hay sueños donde el lago es todo sangre.. Hay sueños donde hay sequía y sueños donde hay agua dulce.. En uno, el árbol es la bruja. Y otro me convierto en el arbol. A veces me asaltan las plagas y no sé si esto es un equilibrio o un final. A veces, la lava está viva y toma los dedos de Sedna. A veces me pregunto a dónde se han ido las hadas. De día los pájaros vienen a escucharme cantar.
En Mayo: (This time let’s make audio on zoom so we can take it in turns to read our parts live without editing)
En Mayo: (goodnight x)
Sarah Misselbrook: (Good morning x)
Sarah dice: the fig tree that was cut in the email you sent me… hay esperanza, He presenciado higueras diezmadas por el fuego, ya sea salvaje o controlado, y dentro 1 o 2 años, el árbol comienza a crecer. If it is not derooted, hay esperanza. Volveré a visitar el lugar donde el incendio forestal quemó una gran cantidad de hectáreas cerca de aquí en octubre, que será un año después de que se creó una instalación y funciona allí.. Registraré lo que ha comenzado a crecer nuevamente después de solo un año.. La higuera y el olivo pueden mostrarnos cómo empezar a restaurar.
[18/08/2020, 20:57:26] En Mayo: Maija dice:
renewal and rebirth comes after the antidote to our parched striving
where does it become normalised this disconnection
from the sap and the fruit the soil and the heart the water and the wind all echoing me
we echo echo
Yes perhaps I am only just catching it now
a fragment of your utterance
You shouted it in the valley you did, encima de la roca:
la rodilla de la viuda,
the giants table
the sky dancers plateau.
I know you did i sat on chair in darkened lecture hall and saw you reach out again
can you hear me
Yes of course posted delivers and recieved
But now a heart quiver
A true whisper
The echo echo
Which land formation
Which organic being
Speaks to the heart thusly
Exhoes echoes
Not to bounce of surfaces
Not fo skid a lonely dance down hostile halls
But to reverberate
With a textured shiver
An emotive piercing
A tender message
This pain is not just my own
[18/08/2020, 20:58:01] En Mayo: Typo *delivered
[18/08/2020, 20:58:39] En Mayo: Ooooh
[18/08/2020, 20:58:47] En Mayo: (Love this magic)
[18/08/2020, 21:29:06] Sarah Misselbrook: Sarah dice:
The return to the rock
It’s calling me in this
Darkness
An unlit stage until
The full moon as my guide
Casting shadows of
The negative me
The night offers a cooler breeze to move this body
Of mine
Up, up into the forest
I will return
Dry, aching bones
Still, for now
When September comes
I will answer its call
Until then
Hunker in the shadows
To escape the summer sun
To oil the knobby knees
And then march to the beat of my heart
Echoes… ecos…
in the darkness
With only the mating call of the toads for company
The shadows of the olive trees show the way
I hear you
[18/08/2020, 21:35:20] En Mayo: (m)
Ella reclamó las rodillas!
Ella reclamó las rodillas!
A susserrarion whispers through the dusk
Alechmical craftsmanship
Nature shows the way
[18/08/2020, 22:25:43] Sarah Misselbrook: Sarah dice:
It is as if through some portal in this natural valleys stone
You bear witness
To this performing body
With your reference to these knobbly knees
And lichen covered feet
Bare and clay clad
Skin darkens and dries with each day
Passing
This baton
To
You
[18/08/2020, 23:15:33] En Mayo: Te conviertes en la tierra?
o la tierra se convierte en ti?
Do you begin to speak of each other’s rhythms
Mirroring each other like a lovers kiss
in the lake of dreams?
Alone
who is the witness?
Ejecutando,
the action is gathered unto the moment
and
do you surrender to it and to nature in the listening?
o la tierra y la naturaleza se entregan a ti?
Su ceniza, Su fruta madura al sol,
it’s lichen lace and bark crumbs
Who is isolated ?
Caught in time
Cast in shiny whiteness
A pose of a former action
Re-placed
Like a ghost of the negative she
whomever they may be
Do you layer time this way inhabiting space with your former expression?
Or do the art objects become alive
less like ghosts and more
like vessels
for dialogue or memory,
material musings to dress and redress
with new layers of the onion
Do you cook with onions in your kitchen?
[18/08/2020, 23:26:31] En Mayo: Maija dice,
These onions
I mean
These questions are
Questions of myself,
Of you
Simultaneously.
I ask them
And they are are OUR questions,
my questions of you
i ask of myself
and the answers arrive
in your voice
Echoes echoes
Not a copy like a record
But a unique carbon echo
Material matters
Willing themselves into
Question
for you and I and us and them without borders suddenly in this dialogue
A mystical place almost with natural laws of its own
A lived process where the performance is not a show so much as a function of the answer answering previously un-uttered questions
Not to uttered questions for
Within the action is the feltination
(Yo acabo de inventar esa palabra)
Like sensation but it’s not a sensing info of a sense of to understand
More a feeling of, touching like the words and questions mark the earth and rock and heart and limb
These marks on bodies
Consensual negotiation
Less give and take
More offering and selection
These marks on bodies
Invisible art!?!
Adorning the process with the story of the action
Performed in life
[18/08/2020, 23:27:54] En Mayo: (Typo * not to be uttered questions for within the action is…)
[18/08/2020, 23:28:17] En Mayo: Sensing info is supposed to be sensing into
[18/08/2020, 23:29:03] En Mayo: Ill read it to u in the morning, Goodnight x
[19/08/2020, 08:28:50] En Mayo: Repost:
Maija dice,
These onions
I mean
These questions are
Questions of myself,
Of you
Simultaneously.
Les pregunto,
Y son NUESTRAS preguntas.
Mis preguntas de ti, i ask of myself
and the answers arrive
in your voice
Echoes echoes
Not a copy like a record
But a unique carbon echo
Material matters
Willing themselves into
Question
for you and I and us and them without borders suddenly in this dialogue
A mystical place almost with natural laws of its own
A lived process where the performance is not a show so much as a function of the answer
answering previously un-uttered questions
Not to be uttered questions for
Within the action is the feltination
(Yo acabo de inventar esa palabra)
Like sensation but it’s not a sensing into or “a sense of” to understand
More a feeling of, touching
like the words and questions mark the earth and rock and heart and limb
These marks on bodies
Consensual negotiation
Less give and take
More offering and selection
These marks on bodies
Invisible art!?!
Adorning the process with the story of the action
Performed in life
[19/08/2020, 08:29:18] En Mayo: audio omitted
[19/08/2020, 08:30:05] En Mayo: audio omitted
[19/08/2020, 08:31:15] En Mayo: audio omitted
[19/08/2020, 08:33:28] En Mayo: * marks phrase is a reference to Karen Barad
[19/08/2020, 11:05:33] Sarah Misselbrook: Sarah dice:
My hands
my feet
my body
Are no longer mine
Cast, to become
A negative me
Temporarily restricted
Then freed into the world
A shadow cast in pure, yeso blanco – still and peaceful
An offering
of time
To nature
An utterance
A musical note
Of pleasure and pain
Death masks
Of a life connected
Hands and feet touch every inch of this land
Leaving their mark
A spiritual or religious offering
To place
And shared space
No longer mine
But ours
[19/08/2020, 22:06:51] En Mayo: Maija dice: the constriction of the negative she curled whitely on the floor secured by a metal spine echoed my own constriction
Past present and empathetic
It was Like looking at my insides on the Stone floor
Not the organs and bones but the emotional landscape and energy floes like ice floes and riverbeds sunwheels and knitted baskets of memory clogging the stream
I learned one thing though
Feltination can forecast the beyond other me before it is experienced and press on
Like a North Star
Guiding my quest
[20/08/2020, 07:47:46] En Mayo: Good morning, I hope my unspooling thoughts continue to make sense henceforth!
[20/08/2020, 09:54:23] Sarah Misselbrook: 😂👍
[20/08/2020, 10:00:19] Sarah Misselbrook: Sarah dice: "Paisaje emocional" – si…
as if experiencing the work like braille
Navigating over the sculptural surface
Contours
Spikes
Smoothness
Imperfections
The white cast sits within another emotional landscape with its own history, its own story
A medieval vault
An underground crypt
Cobbled stone floor
Dust ridden surfaces
Presenting purity in contrast
A juxtaposition of the visual
Hard against soft
Pure against tainted
Skeletal against fleshy
[20/08/2020, 11:09:34] En Mayo: Maija dice: For me
it took on the modern fairytale quality,
It’s underground secret body
echoing the underneath-inner of Rapunzles tower, donde esta conversacion comenzo. Rapunzle dijo… "Me afeité la cabeza porque…"Y me hiciste eco otra capa otra capa. Estas capas de mi espacio de habitaciones…
[20/08/2020, 11:10:20] En Mayo: ((I will ask about contrasts in the interview))
[20/08/2020, 11:21:02] Sarah Misselbrook: Sarah dice:
Sin pelo ella lo hará, Siempre, permanecer bajo tierra.
Un grito más cercano a la tierra.
Con capas de prescripción puestas sobre ella.
Autodeterminado.
Auto ahorro.
Su propio guerrero.
Profundo. Profundo.
[20/08/2020, 11:21:12] Sarah Misselbrook: Maravilloso!
[21/08/2020, 08:17:06] En Mayo: (Morning, that feels complete, maybe time to start a new thread?)
[21/08/2020, 08:18:25] En Mayo: ❤️🙏❤️✨❤️✨
[21/08/2020, 08:20:26] En Mayo: ❤️🌟❤️🌟
[21/08/2020, 08:28:56] En Mayo: Maija dice: I am thinking about
“Prescription or not”
Wondering about the felt sense of
This word which comes up again and again
To prescribe
To adopt
To prescribe
To rebel
To prescribe
To delineate
Scribe lined
grooved marked
Written
Pre planned script
Whose script is this
Awareness blooming
Inside the body
We take it in dont we
Inside under the skin
As you say
Into the flesh
And cry it out on rivers
In flow
Flowing with process
Creative / destructive
Exploring and questing
Refining, distilling and stirring
Extracting so we can see it
On the outside
Artifacts of process
More and more I feel like
The art object is not the art but the catalyst for
Conversation
The relic of consummation
Or integration
Or an manner of things
Body to body
My material musings
Hers
The whisper of the land
Beaconing me
Seriously though
Whose prescription is this
That is is the question
Do I have freedom of movement
Is this MY creation?
Do I have a choice
And in that choice what do
I wish to create with you
With this
With the material
Of alive matters?
[21/08/2020, 08:35:35] En Mayo: This message was deleted.
[21/08/2020, 08:37:20] En Mayo: Rapunzle dice:
mi cabello vuelve a crecer y esta vez es mio:
tendriling up from the not so silent earth
Like vigorous vine
like fire threaded, sunwarmed wheat
I have made a break
from ‘your’ prescriptions
I have taken time
alone and shaven
to rewrite my dreams and
now
the energy stirs like
renewal of the fruiting tree
pushing up from the wasteland
alerting us to the secret fertility
hidden in the pause
[21/08/2020, 12:34:22] Sarah Misselbrook: Sarah dice:
your words enrich
the process
Enrich the book
as object
To consume
Non prescribed responses
To the artwork
It is no longer mine
Liberated by the additions of others
The sharing and collaborative approach
The book
printed from the forest
Another offering
Back to the forest
Leaves
Pages
Cover
Bark
Spine
Trunk
Reflection
Connection
[21/08/2020, 13:10:08] En Mayo: 🖤
[21/08/2020, 13:11:02] En Mayo: Making visible the exchange
The intra-action
The co-creative dialogue
Of meeting elements
[21/08/2020, 19:36:38] Sarah Misselbrook: Sarah dice:
Isn’t it wonderful
This life
Is this life?
Catalunya to reverse lockdown easing
News today
Devastating for local businesses
Health
Wealth
Priorities
Sameness
One world
We are all connected
Caring for you and all
I am here
Isolated
Socially distant
I will remain
But forever connected
Across oceans
Borders
Channel
Energy
Positivity
Calmness
At one with it all
And
For some reason
Such affirmation in this quest
Beauty everywhere
I feel it all
So deeply
Empath
The beginning
[21/08/2020, 19:37:01] En Mayo: 💛
[21/08/2020, 19:49:41] En Mayo: Ziegeist non grata
The forbidden spirit of the times
Is THE called for balm
To heal the wounds of this world built and prescribed
By limited minds.
Me río y vomito mis extremidades como un bebé que cae sorprendido por la sacudida de algo nuevo
– ¿Dónde están las fronteras de esto?? – Asks the body
As we tumble joyously down the river of wordwrapped performativity
Living life.
Afirmando que sí, este acontecimiento natural orgánico.
It is
Warming to connect
And realise the work of the mystery
so effortlessly…
Affirming because “they” said lockdown was so isolating
And I was confused being so connected and so isolated
Anyway
This is my normal life
Far flung from kin and other ordinary things.
Learning this is ok
My way
Learning to balance the invisible incredible with the tangible timing
Trusting that this way is
Useful in the process
And this process so important
Connecting each of us on
Though land and life
Through work and body
Through thought and dream
Through action and
Beginning
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[21/08/2020, 20:44:15] Sarah Misselbrook: (Wonderful to hear it read aloud) a more personal rhythm, as you intended.
[22/08/2020, 08:27:48] En Mayo: (Morning x
Im trying to find where we discussed the interview – did we agree a time?)
[22/08/2020, 09:41:01] Sarah Misselbrook: (Morning. X You mentioned that you’d need to confirm by Friday about Saturday!)
[22/08/2020, 11:02:33] En Mayo: Oh
[22/08/2020, 11:02:57] En Mayo: Well today is good if we can find a time
[22/08/2020, 11:03:44] En Mayo: Afternoon 2pm or Evening 7pm for example
[22/08/2020, 11:06:46] En Mayo: Those times in BST
Later in the day gives me more time to finish preparing the questions tho
[22/08/2020, 11:37:24] Sarah Misselbrook: Maravilloso. 7pm your time is good for me. Although could do tomorrow morning if you prefer? Let me know.
[22/08/2020, 11:38:26] En Mayo: Tonight sounds good
[22/08/2020, 11:39:15] Sarah Misselbrook: Lovely. Should I see the questions beforehand? Or just go for it?
[22/08/2020, 11:39:56] Sarah Misselbrook: Oh and how? My connection is not perfect. But could try a video call on WhatsApp?
[22/08/2020, 11:40:51] En Mayo: If I send u a zoom link I can record the audio for you.
[22/08/2020, 11:40:53] En Mayo: ?
[22/08/2020, 11:41:27] Sarah Misselbrook: Ah, I don’t have zoom. But I’ll download it this afternoon. Will confirm.
[22/08/2020, 11:41:29] Sarah Misselbrook: !
[22/08/2020, 11:41:59] En Mayo: I don’t think you NEED to see the questions but I will send them when I’ve typed them up 🙂
[22/08/2020, 11:42:22] En Mayo: 🤣
[22/08/2020, 11:42:36] Sarah Misselbrook: No rush. Don’t worry if not. I enjoy the not knowing!
[22/08/2020, 12:16:35] Sarah Misselbrook: Ok I think I’m there with Zoom!
[22/08/2020, 12:54:06] En Mayo: It’s pretty easy
[22/08/2020, 12:54:20] En Mayo: I’ll send u a link to click beforehand
[22/08/2020, 12:56:41] Sarah Misselbrook: 👍🙏
[22/08/2020, 15:15:25] En Mayo: Me atrapó un rosal el domingo pasado, atrapado por una espina atrapando suavemente mi oreja, deteniéndome deteniéndome por el puño de mi conde.
Esta tarde, después de recoger pequeños tomates maduros de mi soleado jardín, me estoy preparando para conocerte de nuevo., cara a cara, voz a voz, que shock será! Qué orden tan excitantemente extraño de conocer.
I have been thinking about how nature is mz co-collaborator.
[22/08/2020, 15:15:34] En Mayo: *my
[22/08/2020, 15:21:23] Sarah Misselbrook: Para "encontrarnos de nuevo" – Me encanta eso! Los dos estaremos habitando, en tiempo real, el espacio digital entre nosotros. Que tiene, hasta ahora, ha sido una batuta de conversación, con espacio para pensar, quizás demasiado! Se produce un encuentro más "natural" o "normal", con interrupción humana, tartamudeo y retraso. Dale!
[22/08/2020, 15:21:51] Sarah Misselbrook: (Sorry to hear about your ear 👂)
[22/08/2020, 15:51:14] En Mayo: It’s ok it didn’t hurt, the rose let me go as soon as I started laughing
[22/08/2020, 15:51:58] En Mayo: 😁
[22/08/2020, 17:04:45] En Mayo: I want to play a new game called observation and response. It will be our „QuickFire“ round.
To play, Please bring 2-3 observations about your work or practice phrased as single sentance statements. Don’t think about it too much, I’ve made some observations too.
[22/08/2020, 17:05:00] En Mayo: (For the interview i mean)
[22/08/2020, 17:06:42] Sarah Misselbrook: 👍👍😊
[22/08/2020, 17:08:23] Sarah Misselbrook: Done!!
[22/08/2020, 17:08:51] En Mayo: Wow book making had made u quick!
[22/08/2020, 17:08:54] En Mayo: Has
[22/08/2020, 17:09:08] Sarah Misselbrook: 😂 totally in that mindset!!
[22/08/2020, 17:09:15] En Mayo: Brill
[22/08/2020, 17:16:31] En Mayo: Do u wish to dress up dress down or dress crazy nature lady to get in the zone for later?
[22/08/2020, 17:54:16] Sarah Misselbrook: 😂 going to have to see how hot it is by 7pm!! Off for a quick dip in the pool to cool the core, presently 37 degrees in the shade!!!!
[22/08/2020, 18:18:55] En Mayo: Wow good call, lucky u have access to a pool of some sort!
[22/08/2020, 19:57:32] En Mayo: https://us02web.zoom.us/j/89570104673?pwd=RUp2dEFOeTJyTXJxUU5YbmpFaFZLZz09
[22/08/2020, 19:59:46] En Mayo: password 275220
[22/08/2020, 20:00:09] Sarah Misselbrook: 👍
[22/08/2020, 20:00:47] En Mayo: if needed:
Meeting ID: 895 7010 4673
[22/08/2020, 20:04:13] En Mayo: so what time is it there? it’s 7pm here
[22/08/2020, 20:04:24] Sarah Misselbrook: Sorry computer slow! Getting there… 8pm here!
[22/08/2020, 20:06:25] En Mayo: hehe
[22/08/2020, 22:09:05] En Mayo: Replay: https://us02web.zoom.us/rec/share/uPx8cOnJ7XxOc6eSzGH2fK4GHJy_X6a813dP_fMLxEjipehrX27OxcFEfaCKbpIP Password: 2u&DKcUQ
I am downloading it to enable me to send it to you or edit it but I thought you might like a peek at this temporary sharing link
[22/08/2020, 22:09:18] En Mayo: 🥰
[22/08/2020, 22:28:33] Sarah Misselbrook: 👍🙏😘
[22/08/2020, 22:52:28] Sarah Misselbrook: Hi Maija, is there a password to access the recording?
[22/08/2020, 22:52:51] Sarah Misselbrook: Thanks again for a wonderful interview. Very probing, I loved it!
[22/08/2020, 23:37:27] En Mayo: Yes the pass word is 2u&DKcUQ
[22/08/2020, 23:41:42] Sarah Misselbrook: Thanks x
[23/08/2020, 11:50:36] Sarah Misselbrook: Gracias, the link and password work fine. Looking forward to listening back. Yes please, when you have time I would love a file in order to be able to edit etc for the website. I’m going to listen to the replay this evening and I’ll let you know if I have anything to add! Although, I think we managed to cover quite a lot of ground! S
[23/08/2020, 12:51:55] En Mayo: File sent! By wetransfer
[23/08/2020, 12:52:37] Sarah Misselbrook: Great!
[23/08/2020, 15:44:42] Sarah Misselbrook: I’ve just watched the interview. Simplemente maravilloso. Brain orgasms? wisdom? So fruitful. X
[23/08/2020, 15:54:58] Sarah Misselbrook: I’ve also just noticed in the book… where I’ve allocated the Foreword, you are more than welcome to ‘spill’ over onto the following page!!!!
[23/08/2020, 15:55:53] En Mayo: 🥰
[24/08/2020, 12:57:48] En Mayo: Maija says
I am sitting here
With a grasshopper on my palm wondering what they eat and why they are determined to hang out in my kitchen this year
They are so large
how have I not seen one ever before
[24/08/2020, 13:32:34] Sarah Misselbrook: Sarah dice:
¿Hay un significado o cierto simbolismo en un insecto que aterriza en tu palma??
I’m sure there is if it’s a butterfly
Something in you attracts fellow creatures
To connect physically
And feel safe to do so
Our hands and feet are the parts of us that physically experience this world
Touch
Feeling
Texture
Weight
[24/08/2020, 17:08:06] En Mayo: Me sentí seguro el día que dejé que una abeja aterrizara en mi cara. Me preguntaba de qué color podría estar brillando. Jaja
[24/08/2020, 22:15:07] Sarah Misselbrook: Sarah dice:
Realising another duality or contrast
Not only flesh against bone
Hard against soft
Dark against light
But also
Masculine against feminine
Within the same body
The one person
Attributes
Personality
Feeling
Ego
Nurture
Self and other
Another ebb and flow
Of being
[24/08/2020, 22:17:35] Sarah Misselbrook: Sarah dice:
The space between
Crack
Wrinkle
That is the far more intriguing negative me
That’s where the beauty lies
I have laughed
And cried
I have cracked
My skin
Surface
Rock
Negative
That is where the story is
[24/08/2020, 23:07:57] En Mayo: (This is a delight
Fucking hilarious
and I have no idea why
Love love love!)
Las palabras tienen texturas tan bonitas a veces!
Crack and wrinkle
The sounds they make
another contrast
[24/08/2020, 23:08:18] En Mayo: (That was a reply to the second one)
[24/08/2020, 23:24:07] En Mayo: Fire and water
Never the twain should meet
Remembering
“I’d rather drown in someone else’s waters”
(Fuego al agua 2016)
Two contrasting balancing processes
Masculine
Feminine
Archetypal qualities and functions balanced on the wheel of creativity
Merging in the centre of the whirl
Where all is calm and whole
How many times do we need to be burnt out and exhausted trying to live the icon the so called perfection
the godform
the raw material of creative matter-ing
Expressing itself through form and function
And we, personas,
holding on to long to the ecstasy of “I am” this
for that’s what identification is
Holding on
Forgetting we are human
Forgetting we are LIFE IN MOTION
exploring/imploding perfectly-imperfect paradoxically
Beginning and ending
Masculine and feminine
Without the structure there is no birth
Without the chaos there is no seeds
Without the nurture
There is no respect
And love is empty
Clinging to mishapen promises of fealty to an hidden king.
But then the snakes come
And the spiders weave
And the big cats stalk
And the bat feels the tremors
And the bees bewizzle
And the fig tree drops its fruit into your palm
Plump and new
[24/08/2020, 23:28:49] En Mayo: Back when I had me myself and I to talk to: https://vimeo.com/171441349
[25/08/2020, 15:06:56] Sarah Misselbrook: Sarah dice:
‘Be real or fuck off’*
Has to be the way to end this
Whatever ‘this’ is
I feel real
As real as the fig fruit
The olive trunk
Identifiable
I will take up that space
A place in this world
As part of nature’s web
No longer an
‘inconvenient passenger’*
I have broken through the cage
Come with me
For this is it
‘Be real or fuck off’
*(Maija Leipins, Fuego al agua).
[25/08/2020, 15:26:50] En Mayo: Reverbrations
Repercussions
Remembering now
The phrase arising
In memory connected
to multiple points
I thought you were
quoting my torrent from last
November
same thing I suppose
Seeking that ecosystem
The restorative organic
mutually nurturing pool of
lilypad dreams.
How bizarre is that
It strikes me as bizarre
until it makes sense, I like that
sense of surprise life gives
when the landscape opens up to you
and you discover something
unexpected.
"Sé real o vete a la mierda’
time to wear that dress
not drown in the sticky white chocolate
of the too good, al toque dulce más ligero.
[25/08/2020, 18:02:16] Sarah Misselbrook: (I’m currently putting together the page on my site to ‘house’ our conversational poetry and the interview with code in the book to link through to, so I’ll be exporting this thread this week). Thanks Maija, anything else you need from me just shout! S x
[25/08/2020, 18:45:32] Sarah Misselbrook: (That’s not to say we shouldn’t/can’t continue… of course!!)
[25/08/2020, 18:49:11] En Mayo: si, lets not stop 😀
[26/08/2020, 18:11:52] Sarah Misselbrook: Sarah dice:
The reflective process
Of transcribing
The ebb and flow
Of conversation
And connection
With you
Our voices
Difference and sameness
Shared laughter
Confirmation
Further questioning
Pertinent insights
Deep probing
Discovering
More and more and more
Striving for answers
That pose more and more questions
The space between our articulations
Um… es… quizás… Supongo… me gusta… ya sabes…
sí!
I know what you mean
Just wonderful.
[27/08/2020, 16:18:25] Sarah Misselbrook: (Transcription of interview complete)
[27/08/2020, 17:16:20] En Mayo: Yay well done!!
[27/08/2020, 19:47:56] En Mayo: Our laughter is so cute 😅
[27/08/2020, 20:04:53] Sarah Misselbrook: 😂
[27/08/2020, 20:20:24] En Mayo: It rained here today
Hard and long with rumbles and flashes of storm
At the end of a long and anxious day in which my sons
Apprehension had him
Leap at the chance to go for a drive and we went and just went
It was good to be on the move
Exploring the forest of a rainy Sunday town of geese and supermarkets
Flowing river and carparks just for the sake of leaving and coming back
I packed a thermos of got chocolate and we drank it in the car
Interns water level subsided
Storm wracked the sky
Even had to go without internet for a while
[27/08/2020, 20:20:43] En Mayo: *hot
[27/08/2020, 20:20:51] En Mayo: *internal
[31/08/2020, 09:41:51] En Mayo: Maija says
The reflective process
The notation
The Pause.
Permission to flow
Remembered renewed
Revived. Aquí estoy
[31/08/2020, 11:17:50] Sarah Misselbrook: Sarah dice:
Storms collide
Rainfall comes to nothing
Still waiting
Temperature plummets
Body revived
Clarity of thought
Anxiety subsides
Forest fire alerts calm
Fresh breeze
Atop the roof
Preparing for rain harvesting
When it comes
Writing to reach you
On the radio
I can reach you
I am here
Too
Reflecting
You
[31/08/2020, 14:26:39] En Mayo: Me too
A chill undertone
Refreshing my lungs
With coolness as a new chapter unfolds itself with
fingers of autumnal cold and the breath of a frosted wind.
And
A frenzy of pruning ensued in the last warm sun as I cut back the undergrowth that has
Burst under my nose
Becoming overgrowth
Like my hair split ended
Or the dust spilling from neglected corners
A new motion begins
The outward tumble of
Flaring leaves will be visible soon as the inward pull tethers us to the home hearth from which we scatter like crisp leaves laughing over the rocks
I tired to make a circle out of hawthorn and instead it looks like an egg
Did you know I was an autumn baby?
[02/09/2020, 12:58:34] En Mayo: Maija says
Writing to reach you
From one land to another
Wind between us
Sea between us
Forest connects us
Sunlight reflecting off the moons face
New dreams flutter like fish
Old memories fade like
Withering leaves
Energies gestating
Let the new breath be for a new creation
Materialisation
Tasting autumn fruits for
Winters rest
[02/09/2020, 13:20:29] Sarah Misselbrook: Sarah dice:
Autumn babies
Another connection between us
Veins
Fingers
Wrinkles
Cold
Shocks
Cracks
Bridging gaps
Akin to the book
An autumnal baby
Released
Fruits of the content
Full moon beckons
Walk to the forest
And connect
D.o.b 05/10/1977
[02/09/2020, 18:03:59] Sarah Misselbrook: Sarah dice:
Beginning again
To breathe this fresh air
Is to renew my body from within
This body moves materials
pushing and pulling
but inevitably showing me where they want to go
The clay has a life of its own
From the soil, it has a soul
Sculpting, manipulating
Flesh like clay
Plaster pouring into crevices taking up the space between
The positive and negative forms
Leaves fall as source material
Clay hardens
Plaster cracks
Imperfect
Everything is a shadow of its former self
From the fleshy, oscuridad del molde negativo ("El yo negativo mucho más intrigante"?)
Viene un blanco, positivo clínico, frágil hasta el final…
[02/09/2020, 18:19:40] En Mayo: Maija dice:
Beginning again
To breathe with this heartbeat
Is to steady myself amidst
The flurry of colours on the
Turning wheel.
[03/09/2020, 10:59:48] Sarah Misselbrook: Sarah dice:
Identifying with the turning wheel
Testing patience
Leg shaking
Unusual bodily stillness
Nervous energy
Technology
in sync?
Natural rhythms of blood pumping
Calms
A tool, an extension of self
Supposedly
Controlling
Connecting
[23:09, 9/5/2020] En Mayo: Maija says
Testing patience
There is a cacophony of fast pressing industry driving the pace forward by degrees of charm and alarm
But the wren in the tree goes tweet tweet
And the sunlight flares and fades slowly like the spent leaves glow with the colour of summer sun this season
Sink into the grass with me and count the beetles bugs and flowers with your attention
Noticing again the pauses in between the asking and the answers
[14:41, 9/6/2020] En Mayo: The tweeting wren
[18:20, 9/7/2020] Sarah Misselbrook: Rhythm and rhyme
Pace and time
Yours and mine,
The year flies
Like the butterflies
Noticing gaining losing
Tweeting whispering choosing,
To be here now
To be present somehow,
Thoughts of the moment
Of some kind of atonement,
For all this effect
And how we affect
The ugliness and the beauty
It is our duty,
To ask for forgiveness for being us
To ask for all living things to regain their trust,
I want to say sorry over and over again
As if something will listen and drive me through the pain,
Of being in and of a body
Of being in and of a body.
[16:50, 9/8/2020] En Mayo: Figs!? Is it a sign? 🙂
[17:29, 9/8/2020] Sarah Misselbrook: Oh they look lovely. Where are they? I’ve just eaten the last few from the tree here with local honey and walnuts…
[17:38, 9/8/2020] En Mayo: Right by the road where I am to park to pick Rufus up from school every day
[21:27, 9/8/2020] En Mayo: Maija ofrece un juego audaz:
Rhythm and rhyme
A pace, a thyme
Yours and mine,
A truer chime
The year flies by
We become like butterflies
Noticing gaining losing
Claiming whispering choosing, t’whit-t’who
To be here now
And now
And now
To be present somehow,
Pensamientos del momento
(Soy del momento)
De algún tipo de expiación,
Tone deaf
Toned by effort
For all this effect
And how we affect
The ugliness and the beauty
We are ugly in our beautiful
Or is it the other way around?
The beauty in the everything beauty is life living itself
It is our duty,
To ask for forgiveness for being us
So they said
And the plants whisper
Forgive yourself
Trust yourself
To ask for all living things
Show me how to love you better how to regain my power to act in bal…
[19:43, 9/13/2020] En Mayo: Maija dice: how is Sarah?
[09:12, 9/14/2020] Sarah Misselbrook: Sarah dice: Maravilloso. Although predictive text wanted to write ‘wobbly’! Perhaps I am a little wobbly, as I have been perched on a second story platform of scaffolding this weekend. Up in the trees, with the birds filling my ears. Gracias, how is Maija?
[08:05, 9/20/2020] En Mayo: I haven’t forgot to you!
[09:17, 9/20/2020] Sarah Misselbrook: 😊 thank you for sending the playlists through. S
[13:22, 9/20/2020] En Mayo: (looking at one of Sarah’s photographs)
En Mayo, says:
Ritual traces in the sands of my desert heart
remembering the body
re-member-ing the body
in all its fleshy sweetness
learning to select that which provides
moisture, nutrientes, chemical reactions
fizzing dripping shifting
life is stirring in the wastelands
the alchemist has found her
combination and the conditions that allow
a transformation.
This here altar
This portal
This encounter with the shape of my
unfolding is the way marker
An echo of the deeper wish, the action and re-action
Who is echoing who?
Ella, Él, Me, Nature and her elements
“dancing with the inevitable”
[14:18, 9/20/2020] En Mayo: Maija dice:
Estoy leyendo y escribiendo y absorbiendo y digiriendo y amando la experiencia de estar en diálogo contigo a través de palabras e imágenes.. Everything is not a reflection
but a resonant diffraction,
Un enredo mutuo con el bosque,
las preguntas, the life living itself
And there is so much “food” here
This book of yours feels like a beginning
I am trying to focus but I keep getting too enraptured
(En Mayo: simulacros de desmayos)
[14:18, 9/20/2020] En Mayo: Girando en múltiples direcciones deliciosas
[14:20, 9/20/2020] En Mayo: Hay mucha energía en el tema!
[14:29, 9/20/2020] Sarah Misselbrook: Sarah dice:
How privileged I am
To know you
How privileged ‘they’ are, to be reading your words soon
On tenterhooks with energy
And yes, the start of something
So powerful
Not the end
Just a pause
No answers
Only further questions
Which adds to this energy
Bubbling up and boiling over
The surface
Tension
I am with you in words and in images
These viscous images and fleshy words
Renewed by your engagement
I am here listening
Shivering with excitement
To share with all
To converse with you is an outlet for something I never knew was possible
Hairs on end as I digest
Catching the faint Maija as she offers up to the process
Something invaluable
Precious.
[14:30, 9/20/2020] En Mayo: ❤️
[13:39, 9/21/2020] En Mayo: The hazelnuts are dropping onto an autumnal body of soil and detritus
and they rattle in my palm clacking and comforting
As I send you “a thing” nervously trust in the process as best I can
And there is a beautiful striped spider in the garden
There are spiders spiders everywhere
[13:30, 9/22/2020] Sarah Misselbrook: The autumnal crisp is something I miss
That smell of rotting, compostaje hojas, alimentando la tierra, laying dormant, para los pasos futuros para Spring forward.
Mi situación es diferente, con el calor continuo del sol de finales de verano, como si una cálida segunda primavera, las verduras prosperan, pájaros volando y colmena de abejas.
El verde es el color atravesado por las pistas polvorientas que llevan mis pies. La tierra es fértil ya que el brócoli crece a un ritmo de… brócoli?