Saturday, July 27, 2013

I am an artist.

It's been almost over one month since I left Blue Lake California and Dell'Arte.
I'm tongue tied.
Processing this experience overwhelms me.
I learned a lot about my body and my mind and my spirit.
I graduated.
I still have a lot to learn.
I miss my friends.
I'm glad I'm done.
I'm never going to be done.
When I started at the beginning of the year and was asked to share my goal for the year I said:
I hope to perfect the art of failure.
It's ironic I guess because I will never be able to perfect the art of failure.
I will inevitably continue to fail at failing.
I will continue to expect to be perfect and do perfect back walk overs.
And live in a perfect state of ease.
And write perfect blog posts.
And be perfectly funny with my physical gestures.
And mime.
But I'll continually fail at all of these things.
And slowly as I keep doing them I will improve. I will fail and improve.
It won't be a circle though, it will be a spiral.
I will spiral outward. Upward, downward, inward, outward.
Ever moving, even in stillness.
Ever still, even in movement.
And constantly failing.
I am an artist.
I fail.
That takes courage to say.

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