Orders

A year and a month ago, I had a realization: I am not suppposed to be a dance company, I am instead supposed to be a dance order. There is a perfection in the overall sense of this that I find beautiful and satisfying. Like a fall apple in my hand or the folds of skirt on my hips, it fits me -- but I do not understand many of the particulars. I am at this point intent on listening for clues, slowly and blindly following orders. Looking for the order of things.