My Gratitude
I wanted to say thank you~
For teaching me -
Quality of life – quality of depth
Meeting myself
Artistry vs. Mechanic
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I want to say thank you to my teachers who believed in me, who asked me to meet myself each and every time I stepped and stood in class.
They asked for my honesty and integrity – to know what I know and learn and yearn for more to come – they asked me on so many levels … from my body, my mind and my soul and they guided me with care and love of an art and a spirit that lives today.
They saw something – on somedays a glimmer, on others a fire that stormed my soul until I was exploding through the air – they gave me peace in simple accomplishments that I had worked so long and tirelessly for…. And when it was done – in class, or performance or a moment of inspiration or accomplishment – they taught me that there was always a little more to reach for.
I love this art of dance – it blends music to fill and move me; stories that make me ache or wonder or love being alive; it challenges my body and me to know my body because it never lies to me even when I want to pretend. I know myself to my bones and muscles that move me; my body that holds the stories of my existence and experiences…. It is the container of my life that I can share when I dance – my teachers taught me how to share and show with honesty and integrity.
I am taking time to learn to write – a brief course from David Whyte - He says that we can only write from a place where we ‘know’. He asks us NOT to take that next step but to ’Stay Close In’….to hesitate, wait, know, feel. Wait again – and then ~. And I think about dancing – standing in myself, waiting to become… listening and be-coming aware…. To move.
So I just wanted to share this gratitude for my journey – for my teachers –
I have started to write about the ‘The Dance…. Here are some words about meeting myself –
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I became a dancer – but my destiny changed -
I watch teachers to see and ask –
Are you
Teaching from a place of calling? Asking for more – ?
When I teach – I wait to see who comes to class? what they are seeking and where they are coming from? I am learning….