images. words. cause it IS a blog.

These *images are from the piece I recently choreographed, Sariel.

Strong.
Together.
Held.
Surrounded.
Weak.
Broken.
Sustained.
Carried.

Lost.
Resilient.
Humbled.
Bereft.
Grasping.
No longer empty handed.
Found.

How can a person be all of those things? How can we burst at the seams with how we feel and still eat sandwiches because, by the time noon rolls around, lunch feels important again?

How can the mingling of the mundane and the surreal collide with me every day, creating a kind of thunder, so to speak, that can eventually feel as normal as the sound of a summer storm in July?

And how many Sundays in a row will I have to tell someone that, no, the reason I am no longer with Drew is not because I was away on tour? So far the answer is two, but hey, there’s always next Sunday, I guess.

So many questions, but I don’t think that peace is necessarily in the answers. Though I wouldn’t mind knowing them, so don’t be shy if you know and if the answer is what most would deem nice.

I think there is peace in living fully in the present; getting home and finding your finger nails good and dirty because you dug so deep into the stuff of life today. I think there is peace in realizing that, sure, five minutes fromt now might find you somewhere else–somewhere shocking, even–but right now, this is where God has put you and you might as well live like it’s good.

Because, you know, it just might be good after all.

*pictures taken by Dan Dunlap; dancers: Olivia Carlsen, Avery McGee