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12182018

How do I become gentle.

With passion and vigor?

How will the light flash off my frame when I am unrelenting and ferocious.

With tenderness?

Is this the clearing beyond a forest I must journey through,

or a forest I must sink my roots into?

Is it the distinct way the sunlight gleams through the treetops onto me and the dirt?

Or is it the way my body remembers the canopy-shaped shadows when I am once again in the full heat of day. The pattern of warm illumination my skin remembers when I am once again in the full cool of night.

I want to scream and howl and sweat as I tear away at the dirt.

With love.

Ripping it away from its bed and turning it over within itself. Feeling the burn of effort and the salty smell of earth.

All of this making room for the first breaths of a flower.

06012018

The warm press of atmosphere and the feel of my freshly showered skin inside these sneakers makes me feel like I am in utero.

I am still inside.

It is still outside.

But in the middle. There is something.

Movement between panels of a one-way mirror. I observe through the amniotic glass.

And the sky fills me up again.

11282018

Living a life is like sitting under a waterfall. The water pounds you down into the earth. It's overwhelming and never stops. You must be sturdy enough to not let the rush dislodge you, and yet soft enough to feel each drop of water as it caresses your body. But, much to our human chagrin, the overwhelming sensation must come first. You must be willing to subject yourself to all the uneasiness of being overwhelmed by the water before you can begin learning to sense the subtleties of the water. Most people don't let themselves feel overwhelmed. For many, it is a sign to either clench up and go numb, or to step out of the stream. But if you can find the strength to submit yourself to this seemingly unbearable force, a world of immense beauty and softness will rise up to greet you. And if we stay curious about ourselves, we may find a little relief.

11122017

Dance performance is not hypothetical. Not only are you proposing a reality, you are enacting it. You can choose to suspend the realities that we all subscribe to, but at the end of the day, the events that happen on stage have a place among all other events of human history. They happened. We often dance in order to escape to or explore another universe or dimension. But perhaps we are just expanding and discovering the one that we are in. We call this new place "new" because it doesn't fit in with the way we have been trained to perceive our world. Dance does not necessarily entertain the impossible. It is a medium through which we can strip away limits that don't actually exist.

07182017

Say I love you. More. When your heart boils enough for the warm air of the syllables to rise up behind your lips, let them out.

Ah, the sweet summer breeze of those three words.

What matters is not the strength, flavor, season, or even presence of the other person's reiteration, but that your soul feels fully expressed in its warmth.