fifty-five

a bit of a bumpy first week...
but it will get better.
just letting things be.
walking through it.
waiting it out.
trusting myself and life to find the way back to inspiration.
this friday i will perform for the first time since moving here.
it is a lovely solo that a friend choreographed.
it is about loneliness and vastness and letting go.
stories i know very well these days.
it will surely be strange and wonderful to be onstage again.
i am scared and thrilled at once.
and that is the beauty of being a performer.
you never, ever stop feeling that quickening,
that lovely and terrible wonder.
that sweet, crisp awareness that you are
absolutely and truly
opened up.
finally
completely
yourself.