Friday, March 07, 2008

the internet as therapist

In an attempt to bring more love into my love/hate relationship with dance, I stumbled upon this:

(direct link for those who can't see it via bloglines)

Sometimes I forget why I do what I do.

Sometimes I forget that some of my most beautiful creations have emerged out of fertile soil (sprung forth from cow patties?).

When I feel like manure, I need to dance more. Not less.


Anonymous said...

very cool... thanks for posting!

~Donna~ said...

omg...that was beautiful...really need to find a class and get back to belly dancing...really...