Back up

Long time down, crashes, attacks, cuts and dislocations. Re-emerging back to the court, re-emerging into the lanes of energy. Intermittent flashes of colors, liquid, slowly letting the elements just take over.

Moving into spaces, unknown, still carrying the memories, always the memories, walking with the body, old skin, old skin.

Feeling the weight of the ball, the timing of the ball, the looseness, the strokes emerging, the breath emerging. After time, all the time,

Trying, not trying, remembering, not remembering, easing into, easing into.

The courts are really nice right now, barely there, rough, wet and dirty. The wall is gray and cracking. The northern summer light like fall or winter today.

The wall sounds a bit heavy when hit too hard, moving into spins, lifting, holding, controlling, then letting go, moments of control, moments of release.

Body is dis-organized, shaken, move it forward in time. Memory is like an elemental ghost, integration and circularity.