...In the midst of it all I am reminded what it means to move when the deadline is not fast approaching and the children are not waiting for genius.
There is quiet and the floor is malleable and grace is something innate in the way space succumbs to body. The answer comes in following the movement while it leads to the discovery of a new sense. In these moments, the ache of not being enough is cradled by the realization of that being just what one needs.
And this makes it easier, more necessary to love the day to day explorations in the company of ever-changing, ever-questioning young folks who don't let me rest too easy in my own understanding of what it means to move...
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