my tangible spirit

Tuesday, October 13, 2009

Bringing the "Dance Thing" back to life...

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She moves...

She moves...
...through life in a '97 Honda Civic with a busted up back bumper.

Here's a glimpse into my tangible...

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We are far more than the image we see in the mirror, yet so much of our self-concept comes from that illusive reflection. My challenge is to physically manifest the stuff of my mind and soul, whether through movement, words, or teaching. This is my personal goal, and I hope others will join me.
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In the middle of things...

In the middle of things...
...the early days.

Here's some history...

This blog was born out of the desire to create a life of art and community. We are four people involved in different aspects of The Arts: words, sounds, sights, and moves. We hope to explore each, as well as the overlap among them. We hope to create a place where artists can collaborate their visions and talents. We hope to keep our creativity alive. And so I ponder; I muse; I play around; I post the things on my mind, in my body, and everything in between.

In the middle of things...

In the middle of things...
...in more recent days.

My Stuff.

  • ...in the middle of things... (31)
  • ~Inspiration~ (18)
  • Amateur Poetry (22)
  • Artsy Stuff (25)
  • Free writes (17)
  • I HEART Lists (11)
  • Letters of my Life (10)
  • On my mind... (38)
  • One Liners (21)
  • Projects (5)
  • Self-Study (16)
  • Spirituality (3)
  • Surveys-Slash-Quizzes (6)
  • Teacher Stuff (11)
  • The Archives of my Heart (11)
  • The familia (9)
  • The Friday Five (3)

She dances...

She dances...
...confidently down boulevards near and far.

Writing Community Stuff.

  • My onewords...
  • Scattered

Others' Stuff.

  • the ___ space
  • Simply Rocked
  • Horrible Penmanship
  • Blissful Discord
  • Teacher Trenches
  • Sight
  • Sound

She bounces through her days...

She bounces through her days...
...single-handedly creating a scene.

Links

  • A Better Chance
  • Glastonbury Public Schools
  • GHS Ballroom Club Article
  • BackBeatCity
  • Peace One Day
  • oneword
  • wordcount
  • the friday five
  • Adbusters
  • This I Believe, Inc.
  • The CT Writing Project
  • The Long River Review
  • NEAG School of Education TCPCG
  • Tolland County Music Together
  • Laurie Nash Centre For Dance
  • Focus On Healing

Sometimes...

Sometimes...
she spins around a little bundle of love to the tune of King Neptune's orchestra.

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And sometimes...

And sometimes...
...she just wants to be left alone.
You know those ideas, those dreams that make all the bits and pieces of your life seem to make sense; that make you feel like you could actually do something worthwhile; that make your heart and soul soar? I love those. They make me alive.