February 16, 2020

5:03pm, San Martin Drive, Baltimore, MD

I walked to the library to return a book. As I was intentionally meandering home, I remembered I had wanted to explore sites on this road. The back lighting was what initially resonated with me. It's warmer than it's been over the past few days. The bench is not sealed... I got a splinter in my left, middle finger. Steady stream of car and foot traffic. This is a well used area. I like how it butts up next to Wyman Park. Urban and hidden. I've never really noticed this bench until today. I'm glad I play around. I do have an affinity for end of the day light. Especially when it's golden light. I guess that's what they mean by the golden hour. I wrote earlier today that this project is meditative. It's the layering of the dancing and the writing, a physical and intellectual meditation. I'm leaving traces of myself through out Baltimore. Am I planting myself? There is something about this project which has caused me to think about how I came back to dance in 2010-2011... I'm getting off track.

Today was a gym day so I'm tired. The movement felt clunky and uncontrolled at times. I'm trying to function at a level of agility and strength I haven't quite gotten to. It's productive to play in spaces that you cannot entirely perform in. Physically, emotionally, spiritually. How else do we learn what we need to fully embody that space? I feel grateful for my body. Day forty-seven.