photo: Pam White
I spent Sunday, the day after our performance feeling a sense of relief. Right next to that was a lovely blank slate feeling – as if there was infinite creative possibility. Monday however, when I awoke, I felt list mania sneaking in from the edges, and that feeling of available creative space shrinking.
I want to hang out in the open field and just gaze and breathe for a bit. I am also reviewing the “management” part of my life – the house, the gardens, the kids, the animals, the career, the relationship, the body, etc. My wish going forward is to manage less and appreciate more.
All day Saturday before, during and after the performance, I had a huge sense of appreciation. For the dancers, the farm, the riders, the horses, the people who came, for myself. It came in lovely big swells, like the waves on the south shore of Barbados. Lifting and carrying. More of that please.