i am inside the creative life here, with all its rewards and challenges.  i hold sacred the privilege to live this. to feel purpose through an art form; as daily practice, as ritual — for self, for community.  the heart of what keeps me showing up in the honest work it takes to dance, to choreograph, to perform.  for this, i know depth, possibility, fear, courage, aliveness.  keeps me damn humbled that’s for sure. also keeps me dreaming. i hold these gifts close. perhaps they are a sort of heartbeat of hope in the large disorder of life and world.