Finding the KEY to the door, not the TRICK to the magic

The key is to do things, not because someone else told you to, but because you WANT to.
… to find the balance between loving others and loving yourself.
… to realize that this life is YOURS, not any one else’s.
… to not let anything anyone else says, have complete and total control over your life.
… to find peace between listening to opinions, and finding “The” truth, “Your” truth.
… to let things occur naturally, as well as knowing when to nudge.
… to listen to the heartbeat of the work, and breath with it.
… to hear the music and dancing WITH it, not TO it.
… to get lost in bliss, but not loose yourself completely.
… to dream big and know your potential.
… to make your box, with definite edges, a circle, of never-ending possibility.

GOOD ENOUGH

As the sun sets
I set my sights on being gentle with myself
As the sky turns yellow, and the edges of the clouds darken to a purple
I propel myself across the great expanse that is my mind, and grasp hold of being
GOOD ENOUGH
That is quite all right
Darlin’ you ARE good
And enough is enough, so just be happy with what you have
Because fighting the ocean waves of self doubt is impossible
So, here I am, surrendering to the tides that ebb and flow
Knowing that changing is possible and change jungles in your pocket – it’s inevitable, because nothing breaks even
A pocket full of posies we all fall down, yes, in the end
But right now, life is happening
Take hold of those opportunities and swing with it
Like Tarzan in the jungle – beat your chest and say AHHHHHHH!
Because that’s all you’ve got girl
And all you’ve got IS good enough
You ARE GOOD ENOUGH and that is perfectly all right

Tools of the Trade

Tools of the trade.
My feet are my tools.
Like a baker uses his hands to form loafs.
Like a farmer uses a scythe to cut the crop.
Like a musician uses her guitar to strum out melodies.
Like a chef uses his knives to sever vegetables.
Like a mechanic uses a wrench to tighten tires.
Like an opera singer uses her voice to make the audience cry.
Like a cowboy uses his rope and saddle out on the range.
Like a healer uses her hands.
Like a carpenter uses a hammer to build houses.

Dirty. Dusty. Sticky. Greasy.

Rusty. Worn. Tired.

Nicked. Dented. Used.

My feet are the tools of my trade.
A dancer uses her feet to fly through the air.

Take care of your tools.
But know that they are tools to be used.

I am proud of my dancer’s feet, because without the scars and bruises and tired muscles, I would not be able to accomplish what my heart desires.

If you buy seeds, and never plant them, you will never grow a garden.
If you have a pan and never write, you will never publish that novel.
If you own a plane and never fly it, you will never get anywhere.

Use the tools you are given.
Put them to good use.
Take care of them and love them for doing their job.

I love my tools, and without them, I couldn’t do the things I do.
My feet are my paintbrushes on the canvas of the dance floor.
I paint a picture as I dance with colors of movement and energy, I explode.

Art is Key

Inspired by a friend,
She wrote to me thins morning and said,
“People working with their bodies as a real instrument, that you have to respect [and] consider
Societies are so modern, and they’ve grown so fast that it feels like our bodies don’t matter at all – we could just replace them ¬– buy them some surgery or medicine if we treat them badly
Seeing bodies exhibited in the street,
Or naked bodies in dance or theater
This seems to shock most people
And I actually belong to those who feel “strange” when they meet a human body completely exposed in an unexpected place…
It looks like artists are one of the keys to help us come back home!
How cheerful!”

Yes, how cheerful indeed.
So today I put myself in the street,
If not naked in body, at least naked in mind
Let’s go create some art – shock people!