When movement becomes a way to unfold

For me, movement is not about making every line perfect. It begins with attention: to my breathing, to the floor beneath me, to the impulse that asks to continue.

Sometimes the movement is quiet. Sometimes it takes up the whole space. Both can be honest. I do not need to become someone else in order to dance — I can begin exactly where I am.

This is the feeling I value in dance: not an escape from myself, but a return. The joy of being myself, in my own rhythm.