I am constantly listening to the kind of music that conjures up even more autumnal feelings. The kind of music that brings to mind images of red, yellow and orange leaves swirling in the wind. This is the soundtrack of my nostalgia-filled autumn imagination and I would love to share it with youRead More
There is something about summer that never fails to drift me into a more aimless, dreamy, and floating state of mind. I wonder sometimes if the seasonal clock that dictated our early school lives still ticks inside of us, surfacing into old patterns and habits. Something holds on to that vivid memory of hard work and studying from September to May, followed by about three months of blissful summer freedom.Read More
Since the beginning of this New Year (which already seems so long ago) I have been establishing a new disciplined creative routine.Read More
I go through phases where besides the time spent teaching and dancing in the studio, I barely listen to music. I enjoy the inner silence and the outer background noise of cars and frequent yelling matches outside in the streets (although I can never tell if it is happy enthusiastic cries or a fight- both are entirely plausible in Tangier). I don’t feel the need to fill space with anything but this unique sort of white noise and my own thoughts swimming among it.
However, there is something about winter- the month of December especially- that starts to give me this pressing need for a daily soundtrack.Read More
I am writing less than I normally do today, because this- this is about the movement. Sometimes dance doesn't need too many extra words.
Several days ago I made myself go to the studio for the first time in about two weeks. Between plans with friends, teaching yoga, a bruised arch on my left foot and a general lack of inspiration or spark, I just could not be bothered to get myself into that space of creativity and movement.Read More
To this day, I cannot quite explain what compelled me to go on a run a couple hours before the ftour during only my second week of ever practicing Ramadan. I was (and still am) a sporadic runner to say the least, putting on my shoes and heading out usually only when feeling anxious, stressed or angry. Those are my running triggers. Yet there I was, my body on low power mode with no water or food burning up energy inside, and I decided that it sounded like a lovely idea to go for a brisk jog out in the last hours of bright sun.Read More
The Creative Habit by Twyla Tharp has become an incredibly influential book for artists of all mediums, but if there is anything I have learned as a dancer from reading this manifesto multiple times, it's this: Ruby, you need to dance every single day. I mean, my God, Twyla Tharp gets up every day at 5:30am to train.Read More