La muestra
I think I’ve been planning this post for about three months now and I always held back because in the end there was a sample of the process :P and I didn’t want to post the events on the blog…the bad thing is that now that I have the chance to write, I can’t remember exactly what I wanted the post to be about, so in any case, some of the events of these 3 months traveling to the mountain will remain.
I spent a morning of my life playing war, I never thought it was possible for someone to tell me “play war like a little girl again” and for me to achieve it, the adult world put a pause on and we played and played without rules, without an end, without prejudices, without shame…we managed to be a little bit of kids playing in a courtyard…some people didn’t understand what I was talking about when I told them I had spent the morning playing war…well, I recommend it…get your friends together and play like kids, your inner child will thank you and your outer adult too.
One morning I realized that if you’re doing what you love most in life and still feel like crying…there’s something wrong with how we’re playing the cards…it’s time for a change…I still don’t know what will come out of the changes that have happened, but I stopped crying when I danced.
I learned that a baby’s laughter can brighten up your day…even a really dark one.
I learned that dance is everywhere, I learned to see little dances every day, in how someone adjusts themselves at their desk in the mornings, in my dog stretching when he wakes up and pretends to follow me somewhere, in people trying to pass through crowds, in a fight, in a group of not-so-powerful superheroes…
I learned not to take life sooooo seriously, to give things the importance they have but no more, and to face some fears just by asking “what’s the worst that could happen?” when you ask yourself that question, most of the time the answer isn’t so terrible.
On stage, I felt a lot of joy in being back there, that there were people who had come to see me standing on the boards, I felt how tiring it is wanting to be someone else and not taking the time to get to know oneself and at least try to be oneself, I felt how frustrating it is not to be allowed to do what one wants and not understanding why the hell they won’t let you, and I felt the release of all the anger accumulated with life…and yet it wasn’t enough (don’t blame me, these months haven’t been very good)
Anyway, once again the adventures at teatro lasafueras served as therapy and a push to keep going forward.
Photos by Sole Rodriguez