Movement as Listening

Dance didn’t arrive early in my life, but when it did, it felt familiar—like a language my body already knew but hadn’t spoken out loud.

I’m still learning how to listen when I move. Some days it feels fluid and intuitive. Other days it feels uncertain, unfinished, asking more patience from me than confidence. Both feel important.

Movement isn’t about being watched. It’s about attention turning inward. About noticing how breath shifts weight, how posture changes emotion, how rhythm creates permission.

The body has its own timing.
I’ve learned not to rush it.