MANY DANCERS ARE INTROVERTS. OUR COMMUNICATION IS WITHOUT WORDS.

TO DANCE IS,

TO HEAL.
TO FEEL FREE.
TO HAVE FUN.
TO FEEL ALIVE.
TO EXPERIMENT.
TO WORK HARD.
TO BRING ART TO LIFE.
TO CONTINUALLY GROW.
TO TRANSFORM EMOTIONS.
TO ENTER A MAGICAL WORLD.
TO TURN CHAOS INTO BEAUTY.
TO FEEL PRESENT AND ABSENT.
TO CONNECT WHILE VULNERABLE.
TO EXPRESS YOUR INNERMOST WORLD.
TO BE EMOTIONAL WITHOUT JUDGMENT.

In reformer Pilates, my favourite instructor had asked me before if I was a dancer because of my movements. Most of my adolescence and adulthood I have been asked that from people. Today, there were two new moves she was teaching us, I became too scared to do them. They triggered me, reminding me of movements I used to do multiple times a day in dance training.

She came to me after the class to check in on me, she said to me how I move so well on the reformer, that I am able to do those movements, but I looked so defeated. I did feel defeated. I told her I was too much in my head after breaking my ankle and having surgery almost two years ago. That I was scared. She understood.

I came home and I cried for a long while, the kind of grief sobbing of something or someone dying. But then, I danced.

There is a commitment and accountability that needs to be met. Much important as keeping my little guy thriving, keeping the online work consistent, keeping the home clean. Some priority must be given to what my core identity is, to dance. To be a mother, while also show the resilience, the grit, and the flow of movement to my little guy.

Why is it so easy to neglect the soul when it keeps us alive?

If you haven’t already, I hope you find what brings you that charge of life force.