I don’t know if I’ve ever been really loved by a hand that’s touched me
Friday, July 27th, 2007I wish that touch could make things better. The piece I’m dancing in, “Fall When We Must, Catch When We Can” is about nurturing, about how touch can stabilize and make peace. When I dance, in order to make my movements believable, I repeat to myself over and over again, “I’ve got you, I’ve got you, I’ve got you, catch me please…”
The moments when I catch a fellow dancer, when my hands keep them from hitting the earth, feel so good to me even though it’s all fake. I wish that the same thing worked in life. I imagine myslef, all people really, as healers, and simply placing hands on someone can heal all things. It used to work for me when I was small… small touches would sustain me from day to day, would remind me that I was deeper than just skin, flesh, body.
There are so many people right now that I wish I could take into my arms, to fix. If I could show him how much I care for him… If I could make him touch earth again… If I could show her that she’s not alone. If I could show her that she’s beautiful. If my hands could do these things I’d have nothing to ask for.. But touch is not enough. Words are not enough. Dedication, honesty, commitment, loyalty… You can give everything and sometimes all things really need is time.