forgotten space, my partner and me

Find a space with your partner, listen with your body and note your noticings

With Hannah Graham-Martin...

Whispering walls, telling stories emitting chatter but faceless. Cold, alone but not alone. Loud feet sqeaking fading, fading gone. Cold and hard, white and clinical yet warmth from the familiar. Itch, moving muscles pressed against the wall. Loud deep voice, soothing, giving guidance, but not to me, can't quite hear, it's not for me. Smell... smell, I can smell perfume - hers - and wood or at least I think I can. HELLO?! Not to me, not noticing me. Creaking. In my own world but life is still going on around me. So alive, so loud, wedges of space and time more accessible than others. Open doors. Closed doors. Stomach growling. I'm hungry, my body knows this. What do others see? hear? smell? Am I alone in my own observations? World is muted until each new big bang in which a flurry of activity invades my ears

Myself

My stomach hurting, pulsing. I find positions where my back expands and relaxes but won't settle. I like my own little world of darkness, exploring through feeling and sensation. When I slowly open up my eyes to the light I feel like a newborn bird in a nest, squinting through my eyelashes. Different sensations of hardness of the floor. Skin on floor cold and smooth, through fabric warm and spongey. Always supportive.

Even when I think I'm seeing I'm Not

Deep Listening

Deeply listening to YOUR body
                      Individual Needs

As I move I am aware of different sensations, sometimes to the point of overload. Noticing what is new to me as well as my habitual patterns.

It is important for me to notice what I want to pay attention to but I need to practice trying to keep with what I'm with.

Where Am I?

Eyes closed
Being led
Responding
Exploring
Trusting

Where am I? Being led around the room, eyes closed by partner. My other senses come alive; pieces slowly come together, remembrance from my eyes but also noticing new things that my eyes are unable to pick up: The course fibers of the floor, the musty smell that clings to the curtains.

Surprised by how easily I trust my partner, I felt as sure footed as when I can see. I trust my partner to watch and protect me as I would watch and protect her. How would I be if I did not trust?