Picking Twitching Glitching

Song: Voyeur - James Blake I am a twitchy person. This is truly the source of my glitchiness. A long history of my mind translating thoughts directly into movement instead of language. Hooping has been a practice in guiding my energy toward the circle and learning to let go and dance within the field of impulse control and physical responsibility. The hoop being a stimulus for a focus of impact and response. The point of connection between my body and the hoop is constantly shifting in rhythmic patterns. These patterns are created within a shifting perspective. Each one creating it's own style. At times I am focused within feeling and driving momentum forward, then deepening or unlocking concepts, then drawing concepts through a grid. This makes my experience of hooping an evolving accumulation of personal styles that inform and enrich my technique. I consider my movements my metaphors for learning and communicating. This is why recording has been helpful, in the way a writer uses paper (or screen). To uncover the metaphors that collectively speak truth, revealed through the beauty of translation. Listening to the small impulses and cues along the way that make creation a resonant, kinetic, and intelligent experience for those who experience and those who witness. I consider witnessing as a powerful tool for learning. To look upon the world without judgement and to see yourself with the same peaceful regard. To engage in a field of understanding for new possibilities to be explored and sensations awakened. Witnessing into creation. Perspective shifts like vibrations, through the ones who still listen to heartbeats like music. Inspiration from Andrea Gibson: "Say Yes when two violins are placed in a room if a chord on one violin is struck the other violin will sound the note if this is your definition of hope this is for you the ones who know how powerful we are who know we can sound the music in the people around us simply by playing our own strings for the ones who sing life into broken wings open their chests and offer their breath as wind on a still day when nothing seems to be moving spare those intent on proving god is dead for you when your fingers are red from clutching your heart so it will beat faster for the time you mastered the art of giving yourself for the sake of someone else for the ones who have felt what it is to crush the lies and lift truth so high the steeples bow to the sky this is for you" Rest of the poem here: http://www.academik.org/poems/andrea-gibson/say-yes/ Dancing everyday. Everywhere. With all the people. Love. oh. And that's a toothpick in my mouth. Picking, Twitching, and Glitching, o my!