Changing Time

This day begins lying in a sea of little metal circles in a circus dress with water seeping into my hair. I am modeling for my photographer friend, Diana, who has had a dream that must be translated onto photo paper. I happily oblige. Lying down, face to the sky, I realize that even though it is overcast, it is difficult to keep my eyes completely open. Sparkle shiny silver wet back cold toes. The morning moves quickly, and we feel productive. I was glad to spend the time, lying in a dream for a few hours.

An hour later, I feel as if the days have changed over. I'm in Mount Airy, rehearsing with another friend, Linda, for a children's theater piece about Phillipe Petit, the man who walked between the twin towers in NYC on a tight rope. We explore some tap riffs we might use, and some way to begin the piece. We are successful in finding a great little riff to use jumping back and forth on boxes and passing off rhythm.

My yoga class is next on the roster, and again, I feel as if I am changing time zones. The class goes quickly, only two students today. We do a gentle class, and focus on opening the shoulders and hips. I come home to read and write for school. Robert has arrived home. I will leave this post and sit next to him on the couch, eating ice cream.

~Cara