イアンの私の踊についての詩です。 ビデオもあるけどここには載せられないので、HPにいつか編集して載せます。 Quite naturally this morning, I started writing about you and your process and, after a while, this was the result. I think I told you the traditional name of the area where the Hui is located is called Kalua'nui. I think that's probably a good title for what I wrote below. (The word "conjured" in the third stanza means to "bring forth as if by magic.")
First Kaluanui called to her-- leaf-whispers from a garden in the imagined home of her distant future.
Then a face found its shape in her hand: rough glass like a doorway or old ice that would not melt.
Another face became the stone in which the lost spirit would return conjured by a child dancing as an old woman.
But the lost one was not restored; instead the ritual swept the grown child back into the poisoned past now echoing through her present.
And here the gift-- the injured heart's mysterious turn as if understanding that reliving loss can help restore life's impulse to grow.
Kaluanui means "the gap" a deep space full of possibilities but hard to cross alone on small feet.