Potato
Pappy was born in nineteen-twenty-one. The family never wanted for anything. Grandma had owned three different restaurants in her days, though they never made money. She treated every one like … Continue reading
Every guitar
Every guitar has a spirit. A force of expression, waiting to be plucked in hands of heart. Every instrument has a voice that is only heard in your playful hands. … Continue reading
The uneven free
Step off the sidewalk Onto the uneven free. Where metatarsals spread And phalanges reach out A forefoot strike To the belly Of the next rock Stomp your trail. Hamid : … Continue reading
Let it shape our bodywork
Music, inspiration… Let it shape our bodywork. Let our sessions build and sway, dancing with the always newfound. Let the work be an epic poem, let it be an album … Continue reading
What if I had time?
What if I had time to fully take care of myself? To give myself space to infuse dance into the day? To sit and breath and watch the river flow? … Continue reading
Tuba
“Hey! Hey! I like it!” I’m sitting on my back deck with a three-quarter size guitar, plunking on a slow blue dirge. It’s the last warm days of twenty-twelve and … Continue reading
A huge secret corporations don’t want you to know!
“We are critters designed to move about this planet with elegance and adeptness. Bipedal locomotion rocks! Remember that, user!” You subscribe to First of Nine: Tensegrity Blog yet? Better get … Continue reading
Vulnerability
It’s not a test of bravery, it’s a test of vulnerability. These hard fought lessons. That come flourishing in every day life. How open can you keep this heart? Singing … Continue reading
Pappy
I awoke to a dream in a sandwich of dogs, licking my eyeball and nuzzling close. I watched my father die again. Different circumstances from his actual death. I was … Continue reading