Movement and body care has been central to my identity since childhood – always outside playing catch, cycling around the neighborhood, playing on sports teams since I was 9 years old.

Sports and movement was and is intoxicatingly addictive, my cravings are in the deepest parts of me.

When movement was restricted for two years, when moving hurt my health and recovery, a part of me broke.

The narrative was loud: I am not strong, I am not doing enough to heal.
I lost access to the expressions that were my sense of self – of which I am eternally grateful for.

In a mildly desperate search for movement outlets appropriate for my body, I experimented with accessible sport like sitting volleyball and wheelchair basketball, swimming, renovations, beach tennis, poi and flow art, flow acrobatics, tumbling, acro yoga, and shocking my past self, Brazilian zouk and contact improv.

I notice a shift from perfectionism to expression: away from outcome oriented performance, and towards creative flow.

After a lifetime of feeling deeply uncomfortable with dance, I realized recently, I identify as a dancer.

I am a mover, I am a movement artist; my body yearns to flow, stretch, roll and connect.

I am discovering communities that feel aligned in how I want to grow and evolve, who value self expression, creative flow, movement, and body care in similar ways.

I am uncovering another version of me, one that is grounded in intuition and emotional depth.

Tis the season of being, and less of doing.