n. The quality or condition of being authentic, trustworthy, or genuine.
(The American Heritage® Dictionary of the English Language, Fourth Edition
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What would happen if all our relationships were based on physical touch? On lifting, heaving, pushing, tipping, rolling, moving… each other. Around. On complete physical honesty. On what CAN you do with your body? With mine?
I am just wondering if what is for us the everyday experience of total physical authenticity is what informs the authenticity of our friendships in the moments when we are still. Making them “intense”, sometimes exhausting. Maybe it’s the work of remaining authentic in our conversations as we are in our movement, when our tendency is to do the familiar duck and cover behind the words, words, words. We’re so trained. Our scripts so engraved on our sweet little hearts… It’s just easier, our old brain says.
But it isn’t. You end up misaligned. At cross-purposes with yourself.
Our minds can make a lie out of every nanosecond, but our bodies never do. Can’t do. It’s why dance exists as an artform. Because people couldn’t get authentic enough with words. I’ve always wanted to be one of those people for whom dance is enough. Maybe I will be someday, still.