I...

miss dance.
ever since i rediscovered some songs by iron and wine i have been remembering just how good it felt to move! like, really move! just appreciating the blessing it is to have a whole, mobile body, and remembering visions of movement in ideas in my head and the translation they made into actual forms. i always knew i was a bit of a dance freak - if i was in Mean Girls, i would have sat with the art kids who put bologna on each other's faces in the style of papier mache - but it seems like a small part of my art-side has taken leave from the rest of me...

or maybe i have channeled it into a different art, the kind that consists of closed eyes, slow breathing and endless patience; or supporting someone special when its their time to be the artist; maybe its a skill in itself to simply sit and be still sometimes, when the time for movement is passed.

anyways, would love for you to hear what i have been hearing for a few days now. apologies for the fuzziness - and yes, i suppose you can label me some hippy-beard-loving-art-freak kind of name if you like.