the sky inside

As a toddler, I had the fortune of being sent to creative movement class. 
Dancing is my first love. If I had to choose between dancing and cooking, well if I had to choose between dancing and anything.
You’ve probably heard the expression ‘he moves like a chef’. It’s a thing, and there’s no steps. But when someone’s great at it, great at being themselves in a body — in a kitchen full of moving parts — you can watch it flow like star trails.
From the inside, nothing beats being in motion. Spinning and bending and stretching — changing direction and swirling. 
Life in a body, oh my.