I. Need.Space.
I need space around my body. around my thoughts, feeling ideas. I need room for things to grow, change, release energy, experiment.
Because I don't know what I'll need. I can't know which movement will integrate my expression, until the moment it arrives.
I do know what it feels like to be suffocated, to be disregarded. Most of us do. And when I'm afraid, it is usually this denial of myself I am most fearful of. I try to manage it, contain it, control it but what I desperately need is to let go and watch it slip between my fingers. Each millisecond it falls away from me; to the ground, toward heaven or toward you is a distance that draws me into a deeper breathe - one Mississippi, two Mississippi - stretching and filling me with all the space of the world.
