For the love of dance and dreams...

When I think about dance a million emotions and memories come up.  I'm so grateful that I have gotten the chance to dance.  Dance is truly an art form that not all people are lucky enough to get to try.  There is something about dance that keeps me connected to my mom, to people I miss dearly, to people who have trained me and mentored me and to Spirit.  Dance has a way of making me believe in who I am.  When I am around dance I feel a sort of enlightment, a sort of enchantment that is hard to speak of.  I feel it so deep within myself that words can't express the intensity of rawness that is dance inside my soul.  I love technique with dance but there has always been something greater within me that moves me from every part of my being.  I find that I can't do much about my desire to dance anymore but I have found a sort of fullfillment being able to teach Zumba.  I'm scared every day that dance is over in my life but then know that dance will always be within me until I die.  I am an old soul when it comes to dance.  I really feel at home in every aspect of dance that I can grab ahold of wether that be inside the studio, being in the theater, backstage or even just being in the same space as another artist.  My home is the dance no matter how it is being presented.  To dance for me is to breathe...every breath I take is my dance.