Waiting weighted with wonderings within and without. Wistful, yet wary of wandering.
Willfully wanting a way forward that would whisk away the distraction of longing, whilst remaining resolute in aforementioned affections. Applying wisdom, weeding out and wiping clear the waning warmth with which my appetite had been whetted. Whistling a wily tune of when and why, my weeping washes the windows of my soul. I reside where I am in this world, both wonderful and weary, worse for the welcome but content to contend for now. And so I wait.
Tuesday, November 1, 2011
Sunday, October 16, 2011
Note to self:
When I start to feel lost or directionless, I have to seek out inspiration.
It's the most important thing.
It's the most important thing.
Tuesday, October 11, 2011
Autumn
Magnolia leaves shining like satin as they tremble in the breeze.
A single dandelion bud standing tall and proud amidst the bark and wilted grass.
The tiniest black spider craftily sneaking up the mountain of faux leather, only to be rudely flung into the wind.
Sticky drippings of sap lazily making its way through the grooves of the roots.
The quivering tones of birds and squirrels speeding through the branches, blending oddly with the whoosh of traffic that sounds more distant than it is.
Feeling both numb and alive, grateful for the pricking painful reminders, and yet longing for rest.
A single dandelion bud standing tall and proud amidst the bark and wilted grass.
The tiniest black spider craftily sneaking up the mountain of faux leather, only to be rudely flung into the wind.
Sticky drippings of sap lazily making its way through the grooves of the roots.
The quivering tones of birds and squirrels speeding through the branches, blending oddly with the whoosh of traffic that sounds more distant than it is.
Feeling both numb and alive, grateful for the pricking painful reminders, and yet longing for rest.
Friday, September 9, 2011
Alpha...
The arrival of bountiful creative desires.
Energetically falling gracefully into hopeful intensity.
A journey kept living by moving nominally onward.
Perceptively questioning reason,
striving toward unity in various ways,
to examine the yearnings for zen.
Energetically falling gracefully into hopeful intensity.
A journey kept living by moving nominally onward.
Perceptively questioning reason,
striving toward unity in various ways,
to examine the yearnings for zen.
Thursday, September 1, 2011
Links to other cool stuff archive
10/19/11
9/1/11
7/2/11
"Synesthesia, from the ancient Greek, σύν (together), and αἴσθησις (sensation), is a neurologically based condition in which stimulation of one sensory or cognitive pathway leads to automatic, involuntary experiences in a second sensory or cognitive pathway."
How to Steal Like An Artist
Ladies and gentlemen, the practically inhuman Gillian Murphy
Would love to hire this guy to play music for us to dance to
Post-Katrina, graffiti said it all
This list is about things that inspire us...this blog is a constant source of both entertainment and inspiration
Considering our obsession with collaborative work, this is one of the coolest ideas/projects we've heard of in a while (full disclosure: the crush we've had on Joseph Gordon-Levitt pretty much since Angels In The Outfield, should in no way count as a bias towards this project)
Proof that dancers can be superheros
Like father, like son...both equally awesome
A world where people are just trying to connect
9/1/11
A day in the life of a Tibetan monk
Ok Go = awesome. Pilobolus = extra awesome. Therefore, by our calculations: Ok Go + Pilobolus = the awesomest thing ever
We could (and do) spend hours reading these
Zoe Keating...we have no words
The most brainy wedding photos ever
"Chinese super beautiful modern dance"...pretty much says it all
Dare you to watch this and not smile
The smallest, and largest stop animation films ever made...and both shot on a phone (be sure to also watch the "makings of"...it is seriously mind-blowing)
"Hey Ladies", an incredibly intriguing survey, put together by NPR, of women musicians from around the world
Can't decide if these make childhood monsters more scary or less...
Ballet is hard
7/2/11
The genius that is Radiolab
Currently kind of obsessed with Rodney Smith's photography & blog
"Life's too short for the wrong job"...we couldn't agree more
Brazil is beautiful
The lovely & brilliant work of Story Vessel Books
Timelapses videos that create eerily beautiful living photographs
"Her morning elegance"...stunning
You can thank us later for this
A vast plethora of design inspiration From Up North
"Jayus", an Indonesian word that means "A joke so poorly told and so unfunny that one cannot help but laugh"...and 19 other awesomely un-translatable words from around the world
When the magic of dance and the magic of film collide, it creates something that neither could on their own
3 words...Indian. Pole. Gymnastics.
Neil Gaiman should rule the world
Friday, August 26, 2011
Falling's not the problem...
"I've fallen out of favor, and I've fallen from grace.
Fallen out of trees, and I've fallen on my face.
Fallen out of taxis, out of windows too.
Fell in your opinion when I fell in love with you.
I've danced myself up, I drunk myself down,
found people to love, loved people too drunk.
I'm not scared to jump, I'm not scared to fall,
if there was nowhere to land I wouldn't be scared at all.
Sometimes I wish for falling, wish for the release,
wish for falling through the air to give me some relief.
Because falling's not the problem, when I'm falling I'm at peace.
It's only when I hit the ground that causes all the grief."
Fallen out of trees, and I've fallen on my face.
Fallen out of taxis, out of windows too.
Fell in your opinion when I fell in love with you.
I've danced myself up, I drunk myself down,
found people to love, loved people too drunk.
I'm not scared to jump, I'm not scared to fall,
if there was nowhere to land I wouldn't be scared at all.
Sometimes I wish for falling, wish for the release,
wish for falling through the air to give me some relief.
Because falling's not the problem, when I'm falling I'm at peace.
It's only when I hit the ground that causes all the grief."
Wednesday, July 27, 2011
I apparently picked the right profession
The past 4 days I have not wanted to dance.
I have not wanted to stretch.
I have not wanted to move.
The debate that usually happens in my head of deciding whether or not to go to class didn't even happen. The reminder alarm in my phone that goes off an hour before each class was given no attention whatsoever.
This may sound as though I'm being overly-dramatic (which is almost certainly the case). But of all the reasons to decide to pass up an opportunity to dance (injury, illness, schedule conflict, exhaustion, flat tire, zombie attack, etc.), simply having no desire to is rarely the case.
Tonight I ended up going to the open gym practice at Mpact Gymnastics and worked on the fabric for a while, and after a little over an hour, the world was again as it should be.
Now obviously, I was just feeling a little burnt out (which is totally normal...tomorrow is the end of the 4 week dance camp I've been teaching for). But it makes me happy that after all this time (22 years to be exact), and all the various occurrences of burnout over the years, still all I need is 4 days off from the burning drive to pursue it in order to fall in love with it all over again.
I have not wanted to stretch.
I have not wanted to move.
The debate that usually happens in my head of deciding whether or not to go to class didn't even happen. The reminder alarm in my phone that goes off an hour before each class was given no attention whatsoever.
This may sound as though I'm being overly-dramatic (which is almost certainly the case). But of all the reasons to decide to pass up an opportunity to dance (injury, illness, schedule conflict, exhaustion, flat tire, zombie attack, etc.), simply having no desire to is rarely the case.
Tonight I ended up going to the open gym practice at Mpact Gymnastics and worked on the fabric for a while, and after a little over an hour, the world was again as it should be.
Now obviously, I was just feeling a little burnt out (which is totally normal...tomorrow is the end of the 4 week dance camp I've been teaching for). But it makes me happy that after all this time (22 years to be exact), and all the various occurrences of burnout over the years, still all I need is 4 days off from the burning drive to pursue it in order to fall in love with it all over again.
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