Practice Log

In a small number of days, I am going to do a completely selfish thing. I am going to travel and spend a week immersed in learning my new creative love from a brilliant teacher. Lately, I have allowed myself to block my creative energy, and I have been focusing on all the fear. Things busted up yesterday, though, as I got reacquainted with writing. I am ready to go dance my fear face off, and my open face on. 

Side bonus -- I am writing poetry again. Here's a little bit from today:

Get up in the morning and dance

like your life depends on it

because it does. 

The quivering soft soul battling night terrors

awakes encased in amber

Corseted tight around the ribs

unable to breathe. 

Get up in the morning and dance. 

Tunnel your hands through to open space

Carve into walls with your hips

Crack the amber

top to bottom 

side to side

until it falls into the microscopic infinite. 

Breath deep to fill the space of you

a pulse, your vibrant metronome, ticks again. 

Get up in the morning 

and dance. 

Your life depends on it.