I observed Natalie, watching a hafla afterparty in full swing. She'd just performed, and her kohl-rimmed eyes were still blazing, framed by a large feathered headdress.
These women are glamorous, articulate, and opinionated. They're dancers, musicians, visual artists, aerialists, and circus performers who capture my very imagination.
Several days before Halloween, which is a delightful way to begin a story, I received a question. Onça’s message asked why I believed that we, as a subculture of dancers, have felt drawn to incorporating a womanly sacredness into our lives. And the question cut to the heart of the maze of words I’ve been walking lately.
Recently, I crossed a writing milestone: 40% complete with my rough draft. I only wish I could calculate how much of that has involved a Siamese fur barnacle purring against my left leg.