just finished brown chewy rice with salt and butter; lentils with wildflower honey, masala. cooked without measuring anything reminds me of poland.
grey and frosty air. playing billy holiday. tika's room feels peaceful. breathing, trying to do today.
ran into sally at the studio and sharon for a moment. i feel a little strained with them, i think because i owe them both work--makes me think of myself. sally's eyes looked tired but peaceful kind smile. she i looked good, rested. my mind feels calm and able today. i made a few good phrases, did some good pilates work--i want to go farther--i'm just finding my way back into creativity--the shostakovich starting to wake up my conscious body, shape, quality, and emotion--parallel arm and leg exploration, soft surreal mechanism. chicken, grotesque burglar, shoulderblades squeezing together, figure eight just in wrists
small precise movement, then big momentum sweep movement
posted by Liza 13.1.03