Category: Dance
Of when I fell in love with yoga
I know, maybe this post should be about Mother’s Day and how great my mum is, which she is indeed, or how my aunts and grandmother were also like mothers to me, but I can’t stop thinking about yoga. Yes, Yoga. I have no rational explanation for that but the fact that, since I’ve started […]
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Clarice Lispector, one of my favorite authors, once wrote: I write, and that way rid myself of me and then, at last, I can rest. I interpret the ‘rid myself of me‘ as another way of saying ‘get the ego out of the way’. Nothing can be more tiring than having to negotiate with the […]
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at the Waterwall park in Houston. A work by Stephan Koplowitz. It kinda of brought back memories about experimenting with nature. I enjoyed the “ahhhh” through the pinholes of my lenses. Dance. I turned the other way to observe the surroundings. Mobility. …and looking… …and floating.
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