Lunch time… Three muses panted from exertion.
“Okaaaaay!” Thalia sat cross-legged on studio’s floor. Sweat glistened on her forehead after a getting-her-weird-on dance break. “Whaaaat’s next? Write a cancer vignette? Create a Google form for the playshop crew? Sketch a little sketch of me?”
Cal sat quietly with her right hand resting above her tap dancing heart. “Lunch?” She felt grateful for a reminder Typist had written in their planner. In our fear we believe that we must make things happen; in our practice we learn to let things happen — Rolf Gates
As much as Nia loved to wave a come-and-get-us red flag at a project, even she was aware they had to slow their pace — or suffer drowning — at the hands of drinking from a firehose.
Zero to sixty is fine for race cars, not muses.
Building muscle takes time.
Balance lies deep. Lose your roots and you lose your footing.
~ Chapter 26, Lao Tzu, Tao Te Ching
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T-shirt: “I hate it when I turn on the car in the morning and the radio music starts blasting… It’s like, WOAH, I’m not the same person I was last night. 😁
Like the philosopher said: "You never set your butt into the same car twice; it is not the same butt, it is not the same volume setting." Something like that? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
I think I can. I think I can...
A most worthy post here. 🙏🏽
🤔 We can turn the hose down, right?