“She had done something of which her father disapproved, although no one remembered what it was. But her father had dragged her to the cliffs and thrown her over and into the sea.”

Three words from the opening lines of the story Skeleton Woman haunted me all night and into today. Last night I saw a wonderful dance performance, that brought the story of Skeleton Woman to life.

No one remembered. No one.

No one remembered.

And there she lay, in a bay where no one fished. They had forgotten why they didn’t fish there.

No one remembered.

What to I do, that I have forgotten why I do it. What have I abandoned, thrown over a cliff and forgotten why? What parts of me need to be reclaimed from the sea? What parts of me needs to be untangled, warmed by the fire and brought back to life, to dance the dance of life again?

These questions are asking me to live them into life.

What have you forgotten? What needs to be re-membered?

What has our culture forgotten? What needs to be re-membered? What needs to be brought up from under the sea so that we may dance the life we were meant to live?