When I danced, I discovered me. I was young, nineteen and eager to grow, to break out of my fears and self abuse. I have never called myself a dancer, its like saying I play professional basketball on weekends. I didn’t have the commitment or the dexterity, but I did dance.
And then I danced!
I took a leap of faith and shared my body with the world; peers and teachers, children and parents, strangers and friends. Movement spoke to me in visions of shapes and sounds in my head. Pictures on stage, a choreography of emotions flowing through bodies.
I was in awe. Inspired. Intrigued. I danced with amateurs and professionals; I studies and learned…to breathe!
I learned that my body is an instrument, a gift. A gift I learned to share, its wisdom calling out to the world…”I’m OK…you can see me now. I’m here!”
And again…I danced.
