the place you are right now, god circled on a map for you.  -hafiz

it seems i am churning out dances as quickly as possible these days.
one after another
the dams have broken and they keep coming
different, unique, interesting, time consuming, fun
i look at it like collage-ing.  piecing together moments that have already lived. resuscitating movement
i'm often surprised by the new colors created by new combinations...old combinations...it's all blurry at this point
there really is nothing new under the sun

"the good artists borrow, the great artists steal" it's uncertain if picasso really gave us this quote, but it has none-the-less shaped and molded my sense of creation. i unashamedly take what i like, rearrange and reorganize it to fit my body and to fulfill my conceptual needs. i am liking what is being birthed, rather rapidly, after what seems like years of labor pains.

now to nurture this baby and watch it turn into who it was meant to be.

commitment

thinking about how frustrating death is
i realized that god is frustrated by the separation that is life now
the same way that we are frustrated by the separation that death causes.
so death is exciting for him
he's looking on now, waiting for that moment etched in eternity before time
when he finally gets to wrap his arms around you and look at you,
to tell you everything you couldn't hear before,
to walk with you through each question
and watch you take it all in.
laughing, so excited for you to enjoy what he prepared way before you got there

i am so very envious of those who have gone before

mismatched newlyweds

Like

A pair

Of mismatched newlyweds,

One of whom still feels very insecure,

I keep turning to God

Saying,

"Kiss
Me."

-Hafiz

ABC seems to believe we cannot and will not escape who we are.
i suppose without intervention, this is true.

on this day when everything seems wrong
god is still good
on this day when the phone rings and my head goes hot and my body cold with dread
god is still lovely
on this day when my heart hurts for the broken things and the broken people
god is still holy
on this day when i'm certain nothing can fix the overwhelming number of messed up situations
god is still enough. enough to cover my sin and theirs. enough to fix, mend and heal.

i will rest in that

dad just told me about a woman named alice who was their "help" when he was a child.
i knew it was closer than i thought...