Destination: Morocco (via Spain)

In just a few weeks I'm flying to Madrid. The goal is Morocco -- Tetouan specifically, to visit a friend who is teaching English there. I'm going to visit Seville, Granada, and Marrakech, too. I'm not sure what I'm excited about most. The sights? The food? I'll be traveling alone and it will be nice to spend time w/ my friend in the middle of my journey. This trip couldn't come at a better time. I've been feeling a bit like a barnacle lately, adhering to my routines -- lovely as they are! I need to get shaken up a bit, and I think this will do it in the best possible way.

For Sale: New Sim Moda, blue & silver!

Stretchy blue dress w/ silver "hologram" sequins and silver beads. Blue stretch mesh and velvet hugs every curve. Tag says Sim Moda Evi. Bought new 3 years ago and never danced in it, just worn for pictures. There is some padding in the top -- will fit B/C w/ approx 32" underbust, approx ~38" hip. It's quite long -- I'm 5'9" and wearing 3" heels in the picture. The bottom edge is unfinished, so easy to hem.

$200 includes shipping in the US.

PM me if interested, or have questions, or want more detailed pix!

I would love to kiss you.

The price of kissing is your life.
Now my loving is running toward my life shouting,
What a bargain, let's buy it!

(Rumi)

I used to think that this poem was about a willingness to die for love -- a very romantic and dramatic idea. Like Romeo and Juliet. Or the Lady of Shallot.

But now I read it as a willingness to give up your life -- your ideas, beliefs, ways of being in the world. Somehow, that's the harder real choice. And recently, I've known two people who loved their lives more. So it goes.

stamina

must develop more of it, throughout the territories of my life. dance is the most physical realm, but also: at work, at love, at friendship, at creativity.

pushing out at and stretching the edges of my life, gently and persistently and patiently creating more space, and strenghtening myself so that I can stay there longer.

man, i've just got a lot to do at work today. soon as i get traction on one project there are so many more crying for my attention.

back to it.

refrigerator poetry

I once knew a girl
mad as the stormy sea
with love.

Rough wind moans
boiling the blood
of iron men
drunk on lust and sweat.

Hi. My name is Kim, and I am a misfit.

I watched the Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer special on TV last night. I've loved it ever since I was little, but this year I was teary at the Island of Misfit Toys segment. I was ready to go into group therapy with those toys -- or take them out for a drink. Toys, I feel your pain. I've had moments when I've felt rejected and not good enough. "Who'd want me? I'm all wrong -- I have square wheels on my caboose!"

But it all works out in the end, for those toys. I think we all want to find someone in the world who tells us, "So what if you have square wheels on your caboose? I love and accept you. Let's play!"

Sometimes our perceived shortcomings or "non-conformities" are really no big deal. Sometimes they are even our greatest asset.

Maria Tallchief

I just love this photo. . .

"A [dancer] takes steps given to her and makes them her own. Each individual brings something different to the same role," Maria Tallchief once said.


www.kennedy-center.org/calend...dex.cfm

Not what, but how.

Sometimes the importance is not *what* is done, but *how* it is done. The intention and quality of the action can only be expressed -- revealed -- by the doing of the act itself. The "what" becomes the vehicle for the "how" -- maybe even the "why".

This is what I'm thinking with respect to the act of creating a dance, and then dancing it. The concept seems to elementary, so simple and obvious. But I'm only thinking about it now.

About this photo; I love Ruth Bernhard's work. How many images has the human form inspired? How many paintings, photographs -- even dances? Yet -- the same idea: not what, but how. This photo, *her* photo -- the sum of her choices, her expression -- reveals. . . something. It speaks.