Memories and Currents

this was written and posted two years ago.

and now, here I am -

My question to ponder in rehearsal tomorrow is:

In a dance about an Empty and the juxtaposition of hope co-existing with a confusing and surprising loneliness - where do you place the next step? the good kind of missing.

the warmth of possibility. 

Tomorrow's recipe might look like this:

Start with a bit of Empty, mixed with a touch of Memory and a dash of Hope.

Or it might have some of this:

In

leaning backwards

into a sense of There

melting forward

to a stubble kiss

Flight is a blurry release

of

time

and worry

'til clear water reality

tumbles though

this cloudy mindscape

through easy walks

direct and playful eyes

catch

distracted question marks

with a warm request

of

Now