🎼 “In the Hands, It Changed”**

### **[Intro – ocean air, breath, subtle human presence]** East Sandwich… two acres holding breath… On Nye and the old line of 6A— not a place you pass through, but one that slows you until you arrive A house… a cottage… a barn— but really— a gathering of bodies learning to stop interfering --- ### **[Verse 1 – gentle piano, grounded in people]** We came in different shapes of holding Different ways of bracing, folding Some upright… but not at ease Some collapsed in subtle degrees Shoulders lifted just enough Jaws that didn’t quite let up Heads not free to turn or stay Eyes that learned to look away And in that house—no fixing hands— Just quiet seeing… as it stands --- ### **[Pre-Chorus – subtle lift, focused on Interweaves]** Ten interweaves—offered, not imposed Simple directions, precisely composed Not exercises… not performance or will But invitations the system could feel Each one meeting what was there Dismantling pattern… layer by layer --- ### **[Chorus – grounded, human, collective shift]** Safe travels now, you changing forms 🧳 From patterned use to something more From bodies shaped by what they’ve known To bodies lived… not overthrown We watched each other start to change Not dramatic—just a subtle range A head more free… a back more wide A different relationship… inside --- ### **[Verse 2 – deeper, triads + group field]** In triads turning—roles would shift The one who watched received the gift To see more clearly… not assume To stay with what filled up the room Practitioner learning not to do But to see what’s actually true To analyze what’s present now Not “why it’s there”—but simply how And bodies changed—not by demand But by removing the extra hand --- ### **[Pre-Chorus 2 – principles embodied]** Work to principle—steady, exact Not personality… not abstract Inhibit first—let something fall And something deeper organizes it all Direction whispered—not declared And suddenly… support was there --- ### **[Chorus – fuller, focused on embodiment]** Safe travels now, you living frames 🧳 No longer held the same old ways From upward thrust and held-in breath To something easier… beneath We saw the spine begin to trust The ground below—not brace, not thrust And what was carried through the years No longer had to persevere --- ### **[Bridge – Martin + attunement through bodies]** From London he came—without display Martin Warner Not to instruct… but clear the way Hands that listened—never forced Revealing where the effort sourced A change in one head–body line And suddenly the whole group’s spine Shifted—quiet, almost unseen But everything… was no longer the same Attunement not as something done But what emerges… when there’s no one Interfering with what’s already there --- ### **[Break – barn, bodies, release through Interweaves]** In the barn—chairs, wood, and breath— We watched the undoing of held-in depth A shoulder lifted—then released A jaw unclenched—pressure decreased A head that trembled—found its way Not fixed—but allowed to stay A body on the edge of more— Not pushed through some imagined door “It will come out… when it is ready…” And the room stayed quiet… steady And something long held in the frame No longer needed to remain --- ### **[Final Chorus – collective, grounded, earned]** Safe travels now, you practicing forms 🧳 Carrying less of what conforms From generations held in place To something freer… in your pace We reveal ourselves in how we stand In how we use… not over-plan And what has changed will not regress— A different way of doing less --- ### **[Outro – quiet, human, embodied continuation]** The house remains… the cottage still… the barn holds echoes… soft and real But what has changed walks out with you In how you sit… in how you move Not something added not something new— But less in the way of what was always true Safe travels to everyone entering the next phase of their practices 🧳 Not finished… Just… better used