There's something between each line of words,
the graceful manner an artist wields her tool,
the connection of two weaving through a dance,
the subtlety of each brush stroke on canvas--
this I want to understand.
So many things being uprooted and turned around. My, how people have changed, how memories have faded, how what was once useful to me... is now detrimental.
It's all so reminiscent of my experience with Salsa dancing, where I began by learning how to break "on-one" only to be corrected by learning how to break "on-two". The same dance following different evolutionary paths. Similar steps, but on different beats of the music--it makes all the difference. Now, the movements are much more fluidic and beautiful.
Fluid equates to flexibility. Beauty to quality. The two things I want my life to be.
