how do you feel when the light of a new day touches the face of the one you love,
do you feel like flying,
do you feel like becoming more than who you are,
do you feel like you are becoming who you are suppose to become?
The lines etched in your palm are the branched of my tree of life,
Fingers and palms intertwined, opening, closing finding balance,
The back of your index finger tracing my check bone down to my parted lips,
Your warm renewing breath on the naked nape of my neck,
Timeless, spaceless and formless touch transcends our bodies.

At heart, I am a storyteller.  

As a child, in my grandmother's backyard, I would create for all of her friends a "theatrical spectacle" of dance, song and storytelling that would travel from a swing to an apple tree to the prairie field next to us. 

It is no wondering that I grew up to be an artist that tells stories through dance, theatre, music, and now film.  

My inspiration is the world around me and all that I see.  I believe poetry to be the essence of language. Dance is the essences of movement and film captures life in its visual essence. 

Love is the essence of living and creating art from this place, allows me to be a conduit of creativity expressing this.  One of the love stories in "Touch" is inspired by my parents, Johnny and Karen, and how my father knew he was going to marry my mother from "the moment he laid eyes on her."  Loss is apart of love. Longing for love is a theme in touch but the moment we understand that we as humans are all interconnected, we are no longer alone on this journey.  

"Mirrors" is a reflection of our need for connection to self, others and what guides us in this world.  Rumi, in the 13th century wrote, "Man & Woman Arguing" about a couple's disagreement over money. I believe his words still ring true in many households today.  Rumi is a poetic storyteller and the reason his words have inspired me and countless others, is because they are timeless.  

Good storytelling is timeless.  Come be apart of the story of "Touch" and "Mirrors" opening May 17th! 

It is a time for an apology.
The time has come and gone but the words again are never sincere,
They are meaningless.

I'm sorry has no weight or merit when followed up with actions that will need another time for you to say,
once again,
just how sorry you are.

It is time for me to say, 
I'm sorry to myself for believing this would be the last time,
the time for redemption,
the time that will change the circumstances,
the time for never again has some how repeated.

Apologizes are now meaningless unless you can say it to yourself.  
For once, put your words into action and not just the false hope led by you that once guided my life.

Two roads, two different ways to say I'm sorry.

3 January full moons have past since your soul separated from your body.  
The moon, full and bright shined love down through the window of my parents bedroom onto my fathers hospital bed.
Morphine drip, oxygen pump, the murmur of the air mattress
“John, who are you talking too?
"oh, my mother and father are here wanting me to go with them but I told them I wanted one last night with my wife, so come lay down beside me.
So, like so many other nights, she held her husband.
Once a statuesque Marine, his body withered to an infant child. It was not his mind stopping the fight but his body.
For one last night, they gazed at the full moon, their symbol of love to each other, reminiscing about their first date, the birth of their children, and without saying it, would still choose each other when Multiple Sclerosis chose them.
They always demonstrated their love by how they looked deeply into each others eyes, soulmates.
For one last night, they starred into each others eyes, said, "I love you," he gave her one last peck on the check like he had done for so many years and nights before.
A teardrop would fall knowing this was it.
A life cycle completed.
His soul separated  from his body under the full moon.
In the morning she awoke, full of breath; his, shallow and low; the journey had begun.
How do you let of of your soulmate?   With one last touch?
For this night was a gift, a gift of the moment for soulmates.

It Is You

If I had to do it all over again, it is you that I would choose to be my partner in life.

It is you that I would choose to walk down the path of life with because I know that what ever comes our way, you will hold my hand and be there for me.

It is your face that I want to see sleeping next to me when I open my eyes and take a breath on a new day.

It is your smile that I want to see when I come home, your voice I want to hear when life separates us, and your laugh that makes me smile.

If I had to do it all over again, it is you that I would choose.

It is you, who when I close my eyes, I see your light of love shinning through me.

It is you, who when I close my eyes, I can feel your hand interlaced in mine, I know every line drawn by God on your hand.

It is you, who when I close my eyes, I feel your warm embrace of your arms around me when I need comforting.

It is you who I choose because it is you who is imprinted on my soul, a gift given to me by the Beloved to grow old with.

You are my friend, my confidant, my teacher, my lover, my partner.

If I had to do it all over again, it is you that I would choose to be my partner in life.

I know that whatever comes our way, whether it is laughter or tears, smiles or screams, new adventures or a comfy couch, you will be there with me.

It is you that I choose.



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