With closed eyes I start.
I focus on the sensation of my movements.
They feel thick and slow today.
With every movement I leave a heavy almost slimy trance in the space.

They seem to be reaching.
Wanting to pull myself further into space.
Wanting to keep myself going.
While walking back I see the traces I left behind.

To start again.
This time, taking it higher up, it starts to feel lighter, more like a summer breeze.
Carried by this breeze I can connect to the space.
Adding to it whatever it needs.
I feel myself opening.

Then I close again.
Today is not the day. Today is snail day.

Eternal floating.
It captures my attention.
Keeps pulling me back.
It hypnotizes me.

Is there a difference between water and air?
I imagine myself floating in water.
I imagine myself floating in air.
I imagine water and air floating in me.

Improvisation 13th of March 2021

Everything in nature appears in rhythms.
Every bird has their own song, a sound sequence with which they create a rhythmical repetition.
The wind blows in reoccurring waves that make the leaves of the tree rustle.
The water in the lake ripples on the surface in a repetitive motion.

I focus on the repetitive sounds of my surroundings, the rhythmical music nature creates.
I let myself be moved.
I sense my moving.
I sense the muscles that create my movement.
I sense the sequences I am creating.
I feel my breath.
I sense my breath.
I hear my breath.
In. And out. In. And out.
Creating my own rhythm.
My own rhythmical repetition.
It reminds me.

I am part of nature.