June 24, 2020

8:36pm, W 24th Street and Huntingdon Avenue, Baltimore, MD

I don't know what today was about in terms of my daily dance. I wandered toward Howard Street, wanting to create a little distance between me and my home. It's still light out. I am grateful for these long days. Some specific hand gestures came out. Using my thumbs as a touch point on various parts of my body. I thought of Cristal as I moved and her influence on my movement. The sun is setting and I recalled our duet from the beginning of last year's Move Move performance. It feels easier for me to ruminate on the past and worry about the future than it does to sit and be present with the here and now. Just another reminder that these dances have the power to ground me in the moment. Today felt like a ritual, a passage from this moment into the fading day. I am sitting barefoot on some concrete while I write these words. Reflecting on today, yesterday, and tomorrow. I sent an email to my book group acknowledging that we only get to live life one day at a time. That doesn't change my resolve to be and do better. But it grounds me in the reality of what can be done in a single day. Day one hundred seventy-six.