Gregory Ormson’s O-Rings – this is a place for work shaped by breath, motion, land, and listening. My life moves through many forms: writer, drummer and musician, motorcycle rider, teacher, yogi, but the practice between them is singlular and consistent . . . pay attention.
I am keenly interested in the polarities between inclusion and exclusion; and how a human being learns to belong to time, to landscape, to themselves and to the body’s own knowing.
My life and writing travels between northern lakes and desert roads, between discipline and improvisation, between the quiet labor of the page and the hot energy of the open road. Whether I am teaching, turning a sentence, striking a drum or chord, or riding into long weather, I strive to understand life’s coherence in a difficult and demanding time.
Decompression in a short video. https://goo.gl/photos/pdBb7KKt2JtGT268A It’s been called The Old Style Place for 42-years, four months. I like to call it Oz. But at this Oz, there is no wizard behind the curtain. Not one is capable of changing the weather or bringing dreams to fruition. Here, it is still. It is quiet. One is