e m e r g i n g ~ ~ hearts lift ~ we breathe ~ & listen ~ rhythm of the day ~ round & round the ~ beauty of our circling ~ in & under ~ over & around ~ we breathe ~ & listen ~ we are that which ~ we make yet ~ how we dream ~ & yearn ~ for memory ~ silken threads ~ shining with desire ~ we are not our minds ~ so much more than ~ our minds we ~ breathe again ~ deeply we breathe as ~ fear trembles in the breeze ~ light against the shadows lurking ~ nightbird screaming from the dark ~ we are not our minds so much ~ more than our minds we fly ~ we breathe & listen ~ moving forward ~ taking flight ~ taking pleasure ~ tasting words & ~ striving for our needs ~ we trust dreaming straw ~ spinning into gold ~ hearts lift ~ we breathe ~ we listen ~ we breathe & ~ then we rise
Eliza grapples for a sense of place, even in her dreams. Beguiled by the sentinel, Eliza finds only emptiness. Still doubting the value of her shadow self, Eliza surrenders to the notebooks.
Ambient music for warmth and quiet. A time to unfold … In the calm of morning grey ~ I kiss your sleeping lips ~ and feel you curl against me ~ smiling joy of bright blue day ~ encircled yearning to taste ~ the build of rainstorm ~ thundering on tin ~ riding bareback and ~ brazen in the dark ~ we lie in wait ~ to feed our dreams ~ and I hold you ~ I hold you ~ I hold you ~ until we’re unbroken
Eliza’s joy bubbles forth with her study of the notebooks, and her dreams evoke a gentle, yearning spirit. She faces an uncomfortable truth and resolves to yield to newfound insight.
Eliza Collins. A fictional character, set in history. Fascinated by language and how it might change society. Let me introduce ‘I am magpie’.
We meet Eliza as she wakes from a lucid dream, her body reawakened. Holding fast to this newly discovered joy, she shares her delight and her new intention with her neighbour Meg, the midwife.
Dependent and vulnerable, Eliza endures heartbreak. As her vitality returns, so does a reckless fury and her conviction to lay blame solely with Thomas. She turns her grief outwards to the violent storms.
On her walk to the headland, Eliza encounters more characters from her dream. Joy soon turns to disappointment as shadows emerge and everything seems beyond her grasp. We learn of Eliza’s husband, Thomas.
Just as a bird yearns to sing, Eliza needs a way through to the language of the Yura. The winter settles in, and on the horizon come a series of changes that throw focus on despondency all around her.
As Spring arrives in the colony, Eliza gathers her spirit through her morning musings. Her dreams provide no insight to her purpose, yet they do arouse memories. We begin to see what sets Eliza apart.