How do we learn to navigate our spaces? I am learning that in the space of hurt, there is so much more than hurt, and not necessarily only bad. Even in the spaces of hurt, there is love. Because only when we care, when we love, can we be hurt; only when we care do we realize the impact of how we are able to hurt. Everything tied up.
Today was grey and cold and I didn't sit on the dock, but I rolled down the hill by the boat house with classmates, laughing dizzily. Contact improvisation is all about giving - of self, of weight, of so much and the people in it are kind and funny. I have a great appreciation for the work we do there and how it is building on itself.
Can I navigate my spaces in my spinning head-space, in dizzy laughter? Is that the space I exist in, which needs grounding or can I fly through it, supported by the weight of other hands, but always knowing my own center? I think CI might be a large metaphor. I grow and dance and write metaphor and revel in a space navigated as much through similarity as difference.
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