“it’s the little things, the little passings, the little glimpses, the little jolts, that fuel the day, to live presently, respond impulsively but clearly, inside your own, flesh you know so well, more than any other will.”
There’s a living charge, always, inside me, on idle, and rears it’s head in bursts. I capture it and just move.
Moving is a ritual, moving is an addiction.
This is the dance. Your Dance. My Dance.
Read the full article “MOVE” by Mary Remy in Volume One