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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 notesold 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 dice: 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 dice: 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 effortlesslyAffirming 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 ‎[21/08/2020, 19:52:20] En Mayo: ‎audio omitted ‎[21/08/2020, 19:52:53] En Mayo: ‎audio omitted ‎[21/08/2020, 19:53:29] En Mayo: ‎audio omitted ‎[21/08/2020, 19:53:40] En Mayo: ‎audio omitted ‎[21/08/2020, 19:53:51] En Mayo: ‎audio omitted ‎[21/08/2020, 19:54:22] En Mayo: ‎audio omitted [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 interviewdid 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 bookwhere 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 continueof 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?
 
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