The park is alive and I see and know many friendly faces. My hands are led into the dry sandy dirt of a desire path which leads down this steep hill to the edge of this huge cliff falling away and opening up to the north, city, boats, people, and trees. We are all finding our voice in this invitation, together but Stockholm seems to already have a voice as the gravel makes its presence known and our eyes pass over and follow these listening, searching, pondering bodies we hear, listen, speak and know.
I know you, arm stretched out hand searching waving and belonging. I know these shoes, and they are walking some worn dusty wooden boards who sound their existence into my legs, hips, back, neck and head.
We are friends here, we are softly supporting and being supported by the gentle history of the little opening in a somewhat large and uncomplicated park. My arms fling and drift as our bodies twirl together connecting with these old paths and promises. The whole place resonates like the wood supports of a needed bed in the midst of the summer days. Stockholm your circular stage wraps around the little opening of trees and picnic passing glances, for and dance which travels around facing in and out always but continually turn to catch a movement both subtle and large the same and twisting looking over the shoulder with acceptable freeing stillness to let the moment and bodies catch the breath in the comforting embrace of the wood the tree, the grass and breeze on the pleasant day.
You hold so many contradictions. We started on the path between the trees, flying around the grass. There is a builders sand or gravel here, is it an addition or an ongoing medicine for something deemed chronic, regardless climbing this pile of stones my spine and balance is informed.
The hard stone falling and holding me up your kindness is overwhelming. I stare into the eyes of many faces merged, all are seemingly caught between a beaming smile and concern. Your contradiction pleasures my skin as I roll on grass then on melting tarmac. I feel your body trying to get in closer than is seemingly possible and yet the enforced distance seemingly provides me with a heartfelt connection that disconnected is my body while it is also my charge and force to be in the same body.
