Tag: solitude

  • Parables of B – change

    What is your relationship to change? This now… this is something that I feel like I could write about forever and also could write about with one word really. Contant. Commitment. Acceptance. Acknowledgement. Surrender. Release judgements. Guarantee. Change is a guarantee. Stagnant living is fear. I feel like this is a huge question. This is…

  • On the wings

    I still see you bouncing up and down on the wings of the plane. They always seat me at or near the wing. I can always see it. I appreciate that. It makes me feel as though that connection is still there for me. It’s wild that we haven’t spoken at all really in the…

  • Every day.

    Every day I want to write now. I have gotten into this lovely habit of writing first thing in the morning. Though I try to fight it, it feels good. I feel like there is a part of me that’s like – how are you giving priority to your mind over your body? The body…

  • Cast it into the fire

    This is a thing that I could do all the time (writing). I am in the process of looking for jobs. I’m not looking too hard yet but I’ve decided that I want to. I want to work for someone else who can teach me things. I want to be in an environment where I…

  • Every day doesn’t have to sound a certain way.

    I feel tired of having to be this person that others think I am. There’s something that seems to have been learned in me that says – don’t call anyone unless you are in a good mood. And if they call you, make sure you sound happy so you can make them happy. Oh it…

  • Someone cares about my human experience

    I received a letter this evening. From a supporter of my choreography. I would consider him a friend now in a way. He has been so supportive from the moment he entered into my artistic world and the support seems to be unending. He is my pen pal I think. I would say so yes.…

  • Pulling the hair out of my mouth

    Come out: emerge, become known. Coming out to myself seems to be the thing – the thing I keep doing over and over and over again. As I continue to peel back the layers of what I seem to be wearing on top of the truth. I had a dream last night that I was…

  • Stop Stopping.

    So just stop stopping.   I put up the paper again today after months of not having it up. I’m not sure why I do that to myself.   I went into the studio today even though with the way I felt – previously I would have just decided not to go. It made everything…

  • Learning vs transforming

    I went for a walk today and it took me a lot of time to convince myself to get out there. But once I did it was like someone let the lid off a steaming pot of word stew because I went OFF. Couldn’t stop talking to my pals in the universe. I knew I…

  • The letter after the fire

    Sometimes I just want to write shit down and then burn it. I really should start doing that. Because writing is really how I express myself. But I think about this platform – and how grateful I am to have this connection to the universe through cyber space -and I say to myself – I…