Otter
"...I am an otter. I am a person. I am an otter person and a person otter. I follow Whale as a water creature. Words spill out of me. I feel their sensuousness. I feel it physically, totally. Full body contact with a surface... under the chin, along the inside of the arms and legs... Rolling, spreading out exuding along the floor or a rock. Feeling the 360 degrees of water contact supporting and massaging. I feel the wind, the air temperature. I used to dance in the air on trapezes. Fossicking, always alert to changes around them and me. Curious. "What was that?" Whimsical. Quizzical. Twisting and moving in waves and figure 8s. Figure 8 as a symbol. I move in figure 8s when I dance. Body shaped like a landscape, the hills and valleys of my country retreat, a colour that is hard to describe... My colour, the colour of my bedroom walls.
My whiskers are feelers out to the world. They inform me. I am low to the ground and can slink under the radar. I love sharing my weight with my fellow otters. In dance I love Contact Improvisation. We can feel our hearts beat, the pulse of life from our mob of bodies. Dappled light along the river, sun and shade, pretty magical. The river is life moving past me, with me. I delve into it when I want to. It feeds me, it refreshes me, it supports me. I love my two worlds of the earth and water. I play in the water… play with my body, with my friends, my family.
Then there is my secret. My holt. Not telling much about that. It is where I withdraw. I don’t have to be curious or explore or be aware. I just sleep and restore/replenish my energies. I need to know, I need to check things out, to feel them, to play with them. I exhaust myself! I immerse myself in a sea of sounds…. The river, the birds, and quiet silence on top of that. My belly is soft, is private sometimes. I fold it away, it is mine, my personal self."
Lynden Nicholls 2020