or yellow or turquoise or red
or black or blue or orche
or gold or silver. Imagine it is whatever colour comes to you in this minute.
Now imagine the colour of your page is music - deep or loud or soft or tinkling
or whatever is your music in this moment. And imagine that this sound whatever it is, is emanating from you.
And now imagine the dancer to that sound. Perhaps a whole shoal of fish gliding and darting. Perhaps a whale. Perhaps a clan of Morris dancers. Perhaps Nureyev. Perhaps a single solitary figure standing in the field of a corn. Imagine your dancer and let your body be the dance.
And now imagine that you are soft chalk or paint - a chosen colour upon the page. You are the colour that moves the dance to the music upon the page. Imagine the movement on paper without thought- sweeping, wheeling- silent now but for the noise of paint, of chalk on paper, soft swish express glide concentrate sweep be.
And now imagine the you are the pen that makes words on paper, even as the body dances and the voice sings and the colour moves.
And now imagine others moving with you, colour or paper, colour in dance, dance and sound, music and colour, words and movement.
And now stillness with colour around you, with singing in your veins and movement in your bones. And you are holding the hand that is next to you, that joins you to the circle on each side. The warmth of your blood and colour and dance goes from hand to others- and others flow to you".
(T. Sturrock, 2006, p. 172-173).
Hope you can find some time and some people to join you and make this energy flowing between you! Good luck!