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Dance was my escape from reality, my forgetting of presence, and my attempt to predict the unknown by the impulse my body chose to take. I dove deeply into this ambiguous dance and pretty soon my eyes were open under water. No gesture was clear. After I sank to the bottom of the ocean, the only direction was to swim upward towards the shore before I ran out of oxygen. 

 

 

At this moment in time dance for me is, the movement in which I perceive the world around me. It is my impulse becoming set material. It is my non-expectation becoming clarity. It is presence or striving for presence. It is the consistent reminder of my mind and therefore body to be here. It is moving forward, upstream. It is my past remembered and future’s initiation. It is being open and at peace with being seen. It is self-love and love for others. It is oxygen.   

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