I decided to get serious about blogging, after all I do write a lot having had my first book published last year and nearly having finished editing my second one. I had thought I did enough writing but then decided it would be a helpful way to keep updating where I was at and even how I was getting on with my next book.
Well now I am also writing a film script based on Ms’Guided Angel, so between my dancing practice, taking care of home and family and taking my work to various countries around the world I guess I could be seen as being quite a busy person.
There are such quiet moments in my life though. I like these times where I can simply be and ponder the meaning of life. These moments can be deeply pleasurable until I become bored and my skin starts itching for some excitement and my curiosity and fascination for where the dance can take me, literally takes over and I’m off.
I used to ‘practice’ leaving home when I was a little girl. Taking an old black suitcase and filling it with hats, (dont ask why it was hats) I would leave and walk up the road away from home. Of course I always came back again but it seemed to mark a trait in me, how to perfect this art. I ran away from home as a teenager, left home at 16 (full story in Ms’G) Ive moved home about 26 times, lived in all manor of buildings, caravans, tents, vehicles, cottages, flats, even a stately manor house at one stage of my life, which has enabled me to pretty much fit in anywhere I go. But the suit case does sit awaiting more often than not and I wonder if I will ever remain in one place that i can really call home.
I guess for me my body and therefore my dance is my home, where there’s a new adventure to be had, my case and my collection of hats will transport themselves there.
The story of leaving home is a big part of my work, it can show us patterns about ourselves that remain with us for a life time. I just graduated from the school of movement medicine, it was a kind of leaving home as I stept into a new dimension of my work, through a gateway and some where into the unknown.
I am looking at my hats, which one shall I wear today?