To the simplicity of being who I am; to the trust to leave the safety of the edge of the room in exchange for a different kind of safety – one that allows me to play, to show more of my many shades.

And to deeply listen to others. To those who were physically there in the space, and to those who were there in me – appearing in the dance from my imagination or my memories.

And the room transformed into one single breathing, moving being, in which everything fitted, and simply being there was healing in itself. Because it was an exit from our lives lived in small bubbles and a dissolution in the common space created by dance.