In the restlessness of dry desert spring, I become my own water.
Outside, the cacti are bursting open—unexpected fireworks of bloom erupting from thorny patience. The desert has woken, and something in me is waking too. We’re nearing the Spring holiday season—Easter, Passover, and the many ways people mark renewal and rising. The light is changing. The air stirs with possibility. And inside, there’s a hum—like a coiled spring. Something wants to move.
That movement found me in my room today, dancing. I let my body curve and twist, moving through balletic shapes and fluid improvisations. What I’m sharing here is the raw version—the original dance, unfiltered. On Instagram, I layered it with a distortion effect, a kind of mirage of motion to amplify the sense of fluidity. But here, I wanted to share it as it was: a small ritual of emergence, honest and whole.
I feel that desire to express—yet I hold an awareness too. This is a season of creativity, yes, but also of discernment. As an older dancer, I know my body’s limits. I move with care now, with reverence. There’s a grace in that too.
So I write. And the writing becomes its own dance. I’m deep into the arc of my memoir, and the creative well is opening again into a new project.
Because sometimes, creation erupts in unexpected ways—absurd, wild, and full of trickster wisdom.
Stay tuned for….
Alchemyland:
A Theme Park. A Show. A Legend. A Lie. A Revelation.
Gonzo Dispatches from the Consciousness Economy
Yep, you read that right. I’m getting back to comedy, writing, and performance—and I can’t wait to share it with you.
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