I am from a tiny bowl with a red glazed center.

From a box of old performance flyers & a retired pair of pointe shoes from the 90's.

I am from an avocado tree.

The skin of her fruits taste like licorice & her branches sprawling horizontally deliver seeds to fertile grounds. 

I am from the sounds of the swamp

veterans & naval shipyards

intercoastal waterways

farmers, quilters, teachers, 

gamblers & drinkers

thick air & humidity drenched trees

From boiled shrimp & pound cake

I am from a large windowed Sun-lit studio full of dancers,

synchronizing nervous system to nervous system,

touching, seeing with eyes closed, feeling the ground and flying through space together. 

I am from "You are a great teacher. You are an inspiration in my life. You help me to see things from new perspectives. I can be myself around you. You are a healer." 

And 

"teach me how to pour grace into this world,

as sure as the ocean is to rocking,

let me pour, let me pour"

Now

I am from a medicine basket of great sages, 

Weaver of Inspiration

Dance Alchemist

Healer.

As sure as the ocean is to rocking

I am

Dancing for the answers

Let me pour, let me pour. 

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