Cal and Nia anchor

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.
Stay grounded.
~ Chapter 26, Lao Tzu, Tao Te Ching