Introductory post.

Repetition builds form into the flesh.

Weaving builds whole cloth out of separate threads.

The rising and the ebbing in breath and weight.

The practice of attention regulation.

Talking here warms the words.

Discovering who I am must be an embodied question.

And that is to say nothing about keeping the soul alive.

Once again fall in love with my body.

Digging into my dancing past, interrogating somatic therapies, and chronicling the transforming power of intimate relationships.

For a moment I'm flying, suspended, soaring upside down.

Everything I know I learned through my body.

Skin time has always been at the heart of my loving.

The world, like my body, is now full of richness and radiant glow.

An indication of ending. An intermission.