Since I started dancing, the relationship between me and my body has been shifting. I appreciate so much more now what my body can do for me, the ways it can move or not move, the way it stretches, bends and twists for me. And I love the way it tells me what it needs even if I don't want to listen.
In the middle of a Sweat, when my outer self can be moving and groving and so heavily into chaos that my brain is actually quiet, suddenly my bladder speaks its mind and demands a minute or two of attention. I always find it peculiar and funny when this happens. My whole body can be so immersed in the dance that my head finally empties and my heart bursts...and yet the practical parts of the body are on their own little wave, doing their own little thing. Just a funny and lovely little observation...
