it all started on that floor.
I can still feel it under my feet, sometimes.
I fell in love and I didn't even know it. I fell in love and I didn't even know you. (I knew nothing. I still don't)
you reminded me of something I had forgotten.
you reminded me of me.
thanks to you, I travelled the world, and I keep going back to the beginning.
the constant struggle, with myself, with "it", with the work. the constant beauty that keeps going unnoticed. (even now).
the ugliness of me, the beauty of the sweat and the tears and the pain and the joy;
and that feeling, the realness of presence, the realness of contact, the realness of remembering the climax of perspiration and performance, of being inside and outside of oneself at once.
the unabashed beauty of practice, daily; the work, all there is.
thank you, Terpsichore.
and thank yourself, for trying, even after all these years. do you. Do YOU know how fucking beautiful you are? You need nothing else.
it all started on that floor, and it starts all over again on every floor (including that one in studio 3, wooden and shiny and cold, that winter evening in 2014. that floor that started all those dreams and nightmares and tears of joy). pay attention. love is right there.
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