Here ends my crying
My calling to fill the space
and to make clean
with water from my cries
I am pressed forth
born
from the womb of water
to stand up
to continue dancing.
I honor you
friend and teacher.
(Now come here, I love you sooo much! Let me hit you with this brick.)
–yours, Dancing Backwards, and lovingly nicknamed Kicks ‘n Shins
“Of all the pitfalls in our paths and the tremendous delays and wanderings off the track I want to say that they are not what they seem to be. I want to say that all that seems like fantastic mistakes are not mistakes, all that seems like error is not error; and it all has to be done. That which seems like a false step is the next step.”
– Agnes Martin
Elisa's Spot 