Worshipping Lali

This is the dance

Your confusion is not estranged from the equation of our collective becoming. Your shortcomings are not gaping holes on the canvas of things – awaiting rectification so that the serious task of painting might continue; they are the canvas of things, changing its face. They are brushstrokes, a genius of gesture and movement leaving embodied colours in their wake. Isn’t it enrapturing to realize that those moments when we thought our lives had stopped, and that we had to wait to get back on the train again, we were always moving – marking the ground, tracing lines in the sand, performing stillness with motion? There is no sacred performance awaiting us beyond a veil; this frantic preparation, this worrying about how well we will perform, this immobility…is the dance.

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  • ilyse kazar on January 6, 2017

    I remember being infuriated watching my late-teenaged daughter languish in her room “doing nothing” for months on end. “Is she depressed? When will she get up off her duff and help me around here?! Does she need help?” One day it dawned on me that she was simply doing her deepest work. (She is 23 now and just amazing.)

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