I’m convinced time moves differently in my studio.
“Not because anything dramatic happens, but because practice has a way of stacking itself quietly until years have passed without making a sound.”
Reflecting on the many cycles in exploration of self and other through rhythm, coordination, conditioning, relational work: movement in its many forms.
Noticing how much depth can accumulate when a group of dedicated practitioners keeps returning to the same place with attention.
These sessions began as experiments.
A handful of us circling simple questions:
How attention shifts when the body moves
What changes when rhythm becomes a partner
How much can be discovered without speaking at all
Leading this practice has been its own form of study.
A long arc of guiding, refining, witnessing. With me being shaped by what unfolds in real time.
I can feel the passage of these years.
And I am reminded that teaching, for me, has never just been about showing someone how to do a movement. It has always been about curating an environment and creating experiences where a person can discover for themselves what dedicated and ritualized practice can create over time.
What I feel is gratitude.
For the trust I have been given
for the consistency people have chosen
for the way the collective energy continues to carry this work forward with me.
🙏🏽
[Reflections / III · XII · MMXXV]