A Gift to myself

I was grateful that I had dancing to fall back on. It was my survival tactic. It was my friend. It was always there.

by Suzanne Farrell

After the Friday showing, I have been thinking for a few days. What's going wrong? Looking back those feedbacks, I still couldn't find out the answer...My mind was so confused...
Today I went into the the dance studio, a quiet place underground the Dana. I love that space, out of the world. Turning on my favourite music (Copied from Carol, I brought it with me to U.S.), I improvised for an hour. Feeling exhausted but getting a fresh moment for myself!I reviewed the video taken in the improvisation.
Surprisedly I saw the real self of my own! When did I lose it? Or I have just never been true to myself? Nevermind! I catch my soul again! Just from now!
Rock on!