Movement helps me to heal
helps me to live. Without
it, my body slowly decay. 

Our culture promote decay.
It's more profitable to 
have a society filled 
with decay. 

Chair, couches, car, bed,
sofas, cinemas, barbers, 
dentist, restorants...

Hey, lets go sit somewhere. 
And do nothing. Lets
not talk about our emotions
our religions or our 
political ideals. And lets
not talk about sex. 
Only weirdos do that. 

I talk to these old peoples
in the village where I live.
Stu, is one of them. 
Clean, well shaved, 
well dressed, always
smilling and says 
really never nothing. 
But in a happy way.
He laught at your jokes
makes you feel listened
to and makes the world
a better place. 

It's suprising how he can
completely avoid any 
interaction but in a 
happy way. Completely
content, and not in a
dumb way. 

Do I envy that way of
living? I know I can't
be that. But I somehow
judge it too, without
knowing him. I feel 
that his humanity has
been sucked out of him
and he has giving in. 
Which is probably a 
good way to be. 

I've met Butoh dance
in a yoga ashram many
years ago. Slow, tense
emotional, not a dance.
It left me wondering, 
more as an oddity than 
a real practice. 

Today I meet Butoh again. 
In a deeper way. As I 
am searching for a dance
or a technique which 
could help unearth 
deeply seated trauma. 

A tai chi without form,
a dance without rhythm
a yoga without postures.
An improvised melting
of body into the unconcious. 

I found a few teacher 
talking about the 
shadow body, the 
subbody, the deeper
layer of exsitence that
can be reached trough 
butoh. It seens like
trough Butoh, some 
practitioner have
discovered a deeper
meaning of the practice. 

A lot of practitioner
have described how in 
our culture emotions 
and sensation are not
part of our life. Trough
Butoh you can re-learn
these human sensations. 

It really resonate
with my own path right
now and I have to aknowledge
this part of me who wants
to always try something 
new. This is new.

I'll be attending a 
class next week, online.