Wednesday, June 20, 2007
A Thread - Water
Mask in Progress: "THE RIVER FACE"
(Native American flute music, sounds of water)
5 Masks are mounted on sculptural stands. Dancer(s) are interacting with the masks, which can be removed from stands, and held on poles, or be worn on face.
There is a Loom on stage, resembling Navajo rug looms. Long threads extend in various ways from the Loom. (Use to be determined)
At the very very very very very
small quantum level
it gets strange, very strange indeed.
It seems that particles, the playful dust motes of eternity,
can be both solid, and not solid
particles, and waves,
form and not form
Depending upon where the observer is,
who the observer is,
and what the observer is thinking.
Form, it would seem, has an identity crisis.
Tse che nako
is sitting and thinking.
She thought about her two daughters
and together they created this world
and the four worlds below.
The spider, Thought-Woman,
named all things
and as she named them
they appeared. She is thinking of a story now
and the story I'm telling you
she is thinking
as I'm telling you
Water, Dr. Masuru Emoto has discovered,
Is talking to us all the time.
We can learn to listen he says
by freezing water, and observing what happens.
insert italic tags
(snowflakes are dancing in the windows of my mind)
"Water", he writes, "exposed to the words "thankyou" formed beautiful geometric crystals, no matter what language. But water exposed to "you fool" and other degrading words resulted in broken and deformed crystals."
What's a word, but a crystallization of a thought?
Last night I wrote "thankyou" on my water bottle
with a magic marker. I am drinking gratitude now.
the Spider was called
"thought woman" by Pueblo people
because her throughts are always
From the empty circle at the center of her web,
Tsityostinako is singing the world into being.
"Your father", she told her daughters,
"lives in the Sky,"
and then she taught her daughters how to sing.
"Here's a basket for each of you", she said,
"filled with seeds, and little pictures of animals.
Go plant what's in each basket
at the four quarters of the world,
everywhere in between."
And that's how her grandaughters
the Yellow Women
and corn and mesquite and coyotes,
and thats how Sun Youth,
and Spiderwoman's grandsons,
the Warrior Twins, were born,
and ravens, and wrens,
and eagles and mice
and how all this world
Grandmother Spider can be so small,
like a spider, and very difficult to see.
Each strand is so transparent
you'll never see it
unless you look
in a certain way.
So small and she is everywhere.
always there, maybe, whispering in the wind,
on your shoulder, now, as you ask,
there, to help her grandchildren.
She is sitting in her room now,
thinking this story
I'm telling you.