Moving Through

The busyness of the week is sneaking up on me, and it is only Tuesday! Linda's rehearsals for the children's theater piece are coming along and I look forward to performing for our young audiences next week. I hope that when they see the piece, it may spark in them some interest for the arts, and a desire to reach for their dreams. After all, the piece is about Philippe Petit, who walked between two mile-high towers! I find Philippe's story to be inspiring. To have one's life defined by one shining achievement! I know this walk was not his only achievement, and as long as he is living, he will continue to achieve feats in his life that are both public and personal. But, I think most of us dream of having a moment like that in life. A moment that is truly unforgettable and is the definition of our personal philosophy of living. I love it. Perhaps, I will have a defining moment in my life, one day.

As for the material for 87 Dance Productions, everything is coming along great! I have much of the material for the film finished. I finished the adagio today in just over an hour, and I love it. I am also SUPER excited about the first section of the piece, which is filled with slap-stick antics and kinetic mischief! The quilt piece is coming along, too. Mackenzie was so gracious last evening, in sewing a collection of knit squares sent to us by our second cousin, and now we have a beautiful quilt to use for our performances. I plan to record all of the final music for the piece on Sunday. I've been experimenting with various track arrangements and harmonies, and it seems it will come out well. I am looking to present the kind of vocal intimacy in the recordings, that you get when your mother is singing you to sleep at night. Like the voices are right next to you. I am still working on how to capture this quality on a recording, but I am making head-way and am certain that soon, the music will be complete!

As this week will pass very quickly, so will the next. The end of the month is calling to me. A time to rest my weary body, aching ankle, fried brain and overstimulated nervous system. As I was teaching yoga today, I thought about how I would love to just be a student for a while, take in the experience and just be. Though my personal yoga practice has lately fallen into scarcity since the spring began, I feel the need to return to my mat. For what? I don't know. Rest? Renewal? Mumbo Jumbo? Who knows. But I belong there. I would even go so far as to say that a silent span of time, a few days, a week, would do me plenty good. When is there ever time to be silent? Sleep is anything but. The days are filled with non-stop interaction. Five minutes, perhaps. That's what I'll do until I can find some peace and quiet.

~Cara