So here I am again, with my thoughts turned up too loud and I can't seem to get myself straight. I find solace in a soy milked cup of peppermint tea, Belle and Sebastian, and the thought of Papa on the other end of the phone. But I'm still happy. Confused, yes, but not frightened, unless I tell myself to be, unless I talk myself out of living again. I can't do that. I won't do that. And I won't let anybody do that, either, because I know that nobody else can see my soul and read my mind, and nobody else knows what I am thinking or what I am feeling, not truly, not deeply.
I am so badly wanting to dance non stop. I have always loved a classroom setting. Being in dance classes are some of the most fully integrated times of my days, and I miss them. It makes me smile that I get to relive that a little bit every day this week as a semi instructor. Movement is so pure, so raw, so whole. I just want to take yummy movement classes all day and drink tea at night. That's plausible, right?
I apologize for the roller coaster of emotions and would very much like to deepen the integration of this blog with the world around me, but right now I'm busy existing in the world around me. So for now I hope it remains a little piece of inspiration for you, and for me, and for the world around us.