a letter from my piece (a piece of me)

Dear Rada,
this is your piece stopping by to write you a note of thanks. Thank you for letting me live. I was hidden inside crevices of the white and gray matter dancing solitary waltzes with myself. I so desperately wanted to see the light and shine my own on the people around. There were giggles in my belly that I wanted to share and tickle the fancies of people sitting zombie-like comfortably numb in the safety of their audience thrones. Thank you for freeing me to make love to life and life to love. Remember this, go back to it, its always scary to stand "at the edge of now."  . . .

And Another thing

Love is a very important contact improvisation partner...

fragile hearts

fragile hearts
and perhaps in only makes sense when it hurts
 . . .
but pain is just here visiting.

FELDENKRAIS quote

"Let me say, however, that a healthy person is the one who can live his unavowed dreams fully. ". -Feldenkrais