Collin's Page

Another night in a place sprawling with plants growing
Asymmetric sculptures of shadow
They hold in swaying caress particles of stars and pieces of moon
What do i feel
This tingling in my torso when my eyes touch the trees
Vibrancy
Life force
Wonder of it
As if a plant were to bloom from without my chest
To greet the companions about me
Am i something of a plant whose roots are my mind
moving slower is my second nature
moving quicker my animal nature
i am nature
we are one

~C.
miami summer 08

A message below about an acro-suspension bodyplay...
Yes Erica,
I was touched with our 'flight' experience. An image has flitted into me just now. As i'm wondering how i may convey what it is i enjoy so much in 'flying' people. There was a time in my childhood when flying kites was quite enchanting. Their smooth, delicate structure, bright with colors that became exuberant with the insistence of wind and assertion at the end of an equally delicate thread of string. There was something transcendent, a sentient being manipulating a material thing. A kite was an umbilical cord into finite sky, infinite space. There was felt within this context a clear, peculiar sense of friction, compression, velocity. An engaging discovery within this balance between probabilities of nature's physics, intention, and control fed my sensibilities. An unassuming umbilical to what lay underneath the play, was my personal exploration of how the cosmos works. It allowed a distinct empathy for flight that was kinesthetic. With this antennae i was in two places at once via the soaring object i simultaneously watched. If it crashed i felt it with more than just object sensations. It had a variety of personal meanings, which i felt responsible to keep the kite 'safe', beyond just maintaining the longevity of a toy.
Well i'm glad i just wrote for myself and you an understanding of my recent recurring images of kite flying. I imagine that you'll infer there are some parallels.
Curiosity fascinating
Empathy engaging
Interdependence intriguing
As you kissed me on the head it fell down into my heart.
How sweet
and refreshingly sentimental, ahhahaaa!