In the now seemingly never-ending wake of violence and tragedy we currently witness and experience, I find my body moving spontaneously out of the pounding glare of description, fact, comment and opinion and into a repose of stillness and merging with the heart of the Earth. After petition signing, phone-calls, protests and protections, sending aid, tending hurts, there comes a subtle, oceanic movement guided by my body intelligence to turn from the polarized world of event histories --for awhile-- and enter the subjective, timeless mystery of the Dreamtime.