In dance, dreams are made into reality.

I feel this each time I take to the floor, play two songs and let move what wants to move. Sometimes the body is a gateway to feelings I yearn to express - other times I feel first then the body follows - other times I’m in the mind and that too moves the body and is moved by the counter.

In all this flow amazing things happen - possibilities bubble up and dreams are sewn into the space just by my kitchen floor. If I were to make my life a dance, there would be 65% more magic all the time - even at Peoples - my work place now - I open the door with a dance flourish and the energy is picked up from the ever flowing energy of the universe - harnessed into the day and made visible.

Its always there - this eros - this life force - wanting to create more life - wanting to break through and fuck or die - something, anything so that life can keep going as she does, as she always will find a way. So even with deadness in our human bodies - movement and music can astound. Just a little breath and a little movement - as one of my teachers says - are doorways, portals to our longing, to our soul languages and expressions.

Tell me, what do you long for?

What do you really want?

Only there, only when we get that place open do we really live.