Scene at a reception in Toronto.
OTHER PERSON: So what do you do?
ME: ummmm,
I race through my thoughts and I’m trying to pin my wide spread practice and what, in the moment, feels like maybe too-many-branches career, into a title for this person… [read more]
I learned a new word.
Pandiculation. I LOVE this word because it so clearly articulates some things I’ve been pondering. In fact, I rejoice in this word! It’s a daring, delightful way to luxuriate in yourself and enjoy taking up space.
Pandiculation… [read more]
This is a question I’ve heard too many times recently. And I’m only just past 50 so I find it surprising. But here it is…
“What’s is like to be an “OLDER” dancer”?
My first response is shock. Do they mean me? ME? an “older” dancer?
And then pride, oh,… [read more]
When I tell people I am a dancer I often hear “Oh, I used to dance.” or “Oh, I would love to dance.” Adult life is busy and taking care of yourself and your soul isn’t always a priority. I have to tell you, when the music starts and your feet get moving… [read more]
