My first morning in an apartment that I had literally stumbled into on a rainy evening five years ago. The guy in the flat shared a mantou (Chinese bun) his mom made, we talked about electronic music, and Taipei’s dance scene. His flatmate who was not there that evening was the daughter of a famous modern dance/drum company that I had always aspired to audition for. In the middle of that night, the guy was paralyzed on the couch with a painful stomach cramp. I called his flatmate in urgency and she told me to find the crystal stick in her room and to put it on his abdomen. I fell asleep and was awoken by a huge spider falling onto my face. The morning light has just risen when I left the apartment for a workshop on dance videography that kind of changed the course of my life…
Life is cyclic. We spiral through an adventure we call life. Sometimes we go round and round, other times we deepen through its vortical spine…observing, changing, evolving. We are being offered eternal movement, uncertainty, and understanding.
In the miracle of this first morning, I feel a sense of solidarity with fate. No longer afraid. I feel a readiness to embrace the waves of woes. I danced my way from the airport to this apartment yesterday…I feel a fuel in my belly. I wish to grow fonder of life. I will attempt to record a poem every day, a reminder to wake up every morning knowing I can weather whatever is given, greeting every moment as a blessed guest, and remembering the cycles that I had brought me here.
We forever turn.
Share this post