Dance practice journals

Home
 
There is no beginning nor the end. To come here I have to move my body and un-move them. 
My dance reminds me what home is. 

My dance awakens my soul, spirit, body and heart. 

I am home now  and I see darkness only.
I see darkness only. I was born here and I remember. 
The first sound that I make and the first thing that I see.
I see darkness only. We were all born here in this space-time. 
Who am I in this infinite world? 
My body is no longer mine and it's gently slowly returning to its cluster, in this endless nothingness. 




Hope
Why don’t I show the beauty of my pain? So you will find strength in it to apply to it in your life?

Intro.
She knows, the whole time, 
Both her body and soul. 
Her body knows the pathway to knowledge, and her soul knows the truth of the universe. 
But to unite them to become one and together, 
she needs to practice her heart every moment 
as she writes, sing, dance, paint 
through her own self.

“Tell me your name again.” He asks.
“Is it important?” I answer.
“How else will I remember you?” He wonders. 
“Remember how I dance.” I look at him firmly. He doesn’t need to know my name, he already seen all of me.