I was a bundle of nerves going onto that dance floor as I felt so vulnerable following an unexpected life changing tumultuous divorce. I was at a crossroads I had hit rock bottom and struggling with four kids. There was something missing and my walls were locked into silence to cope.
I grew up in Mexico in a family where gatherings were attended by dozens of people. Being in a crowd is a comfortable place; in my culture, people touch, hug, and connect intimately easily. In fact, it’s expected that everyone should. I moved to the USA as a teenager and remember how my body experienced a culture where personal space was more defined; where people didn’t shake hands or greet with a kiss. I recall censoring my impulse to connect physically in order to belong. I also lived in Europe where these two extremes seemed to find a middle ground.
For me, every one of us is actually a fruit of Chaos’s creativity, a unique union of opposites. When we resist Chaos, this natural phenomenon, and when we stubbornly try to control it, we can end up destroying ourselves and those around us or driving both us and them mad. Chaos demands that we completely surrender to it, that we throw in its powerful alchemist process all that we carry on our backs, shoulders, in our hearts and hips, all that we cling to and hold so tigh
“Be the poetry of the movement to find the voice connected to the heart connected to the feet. To be able to stand in it and serve with it. Just be a catalyst. Art is the soul food each person needs.” – Gabrielle Roth