Posts tagged dancer life
Being On Stage | Self-Transformation + Belonging

5 minutes to curtain. I can’t sit still. My partner is seated and taking deep, meditative breaths to focus himself and meanwhile, I am anxiously hopping around from one foot to another, mindlessly stretching out my arms and shoulders and exhaling with constant breathy sighs. 

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Choreolab Basel + The Importance of Empowerment and Play

Walking into the first day of a dance intensive always brings me back to that first-day-of-school feeling. Observing the fellow students in your classroom, trying to pick up on the subtle overall vibe of the group in order to align your expectations accordingly. However, unlike my first days of school, the first day of any dance intensive usually brings out more excitement than nerves and usually is paired with a creative willingness to let go of personal judgements and keep an open mind about what might happen in the studio. That’s the aim, anyway.

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Honey Butter Cardamom Buns + On Focused Living

I took a dance class while I was in Stockholm the other week and in the middle of executing a leg-heavy improvisation exercise, the guest artist stopped the music and told us something that I have been thinking about ever since. She prefaced with how she understands that sometimes when we are doing an improvisational task like this in dance, it can be difficult to stay balanced and maybe once in a while we fall, a foot slips or we make some sort of mistake.

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Forces of Inspiration + The Fear of Narcissism

What with the continuance of my weird week, I wasn’t sure if I would end up publishing anything today. However, with attempted grace and resilience, I am determined to stay consistent. It seems like a lot of my blog posts inadvertently turn out to be self-reminders. Reminders to stay loving, to stay resilient, value female friends, stop fearing fraudulence. If it weren’t for the lovely comments and responses I have been getting lately, there is a real possibility that I would feel like I am talking to myself.

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A Poem in Motion | Don't Go, Don't Go by Mirabai

Lately, I have been on a pretty good roll of spending 2 hours in the studio at least once a week, working solely on personal material. While eventually I would like to make this even more regular, it is a small victory to get myself there every Thursday at 9:30am for the past month or so. When faced with the prospect of self-inflicted momentum in the morning, involving putting on dance clothing, finding a taxi, finding change for the taxi, and finally warming up my body fast enough to bear dancing in a completely non-insulated studio, it can often seem much easier to go back to that dent in the couch where I do my cozy writing and reading. 

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When Will They Figure Out I'm a Fraud

Anyone who works in some kind of creative field will probably confirm that there are many cycling stages of how you feel about your work and yourself as a creator. Fierce determination, “aha” moments, days of blank brains and glazed looks, those glorious hours of radiant pride, and that nagging feeling that you should be doing more. These are all emotions that come and go, repeating themselves in no particular order. However, there is one feeling- question, really- about artistic work that rears it’s ugly head once in a while and tends to throw me off balance. When will they figure out I’m a fraud?

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Turmeric + Ginger Roasted Root Vegetable Soup

I have finally reached the end of a long weekend of non-stop movement. Between planning and executing classes for the open door days at Eden Club Femme & my first contemporary courses at the conservatory for the new school year, my mind and body have been in a frenzy of trying to remember correct music cues and those 8-counts I choreographed last week.

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Strawberry Cardamom Coconut Muffins

I debated with myself for a while about what direction to take with this blog. I’ve had food blogs in the past that always provided some solace and enjoyment, but I would get stuck frequently with bad cases of recipe block and spiral into a circle of frustration. I began to add some travel stories while also beginning this website as a professional dance news space. Finally I asked myself- why the need to have everything so separate? Interests are made to intersect. I don’t believe in separating hobbies from real work.

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