the good enough Choreographer

Making dances is as primary as motherhood is primary. Making dances and motherhood are not necessary – perhaps not even desirable. But when they happen (accidentally or with great focus and purpose) they become primary. You are the primary caregiver to your children and your dances. And like children, dances bring joy, laughter, and horror. They stomp their feet, demanding to be seen and heard. They mirror back all your worst faults and inadequacies. They live, and you must live with them, or most likely behind them, in the wake of your creation, bumping along, tousled, and disoriented. They say, Play with me! Push me on the swing! Watch me while I jump! I’m hungry. Feed me. And so, you do. If you care for dances the way you care for children, you move away from self as you get as close to self as you can get. You focus on that dynamic space. You must pay close attention to your dance because if you don’t, who will? Dances are bastards. They have no one but you.