To a Dance Teacher

Today’s draft was inspired by a new dance teacher and realizations about how I learn. It has been fascinating to dip my toe into the technical precision of a dance class after so much time exploring unstructured natural movement. Personally, I think both the precision and the chaos are important. To me, they feel like the space between two magnets held apart — charged and almost undeniable.

Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedDon't tell me which muscles to contract.Not yet. I'll be ready for that later, but now: Tell me where you were the first time you saw someone dance,the exact way your child heart fluttered as you watched them. Tell me the memories that flood you when you make this movement.Tell me what it felt like to see this movement on the body ofyour idolyour teacheryour beloved --on your own body in the mirror.Tell me how the air shifted and embraced youthe first time you got it just exactly right.Tell me how you knew you made another child heart flutterjust like yours so many years ago.