Sitting in a darkened theatre, watching an older dancer walk through their spacing for a performance and writing these words. It’s ironic that the stage is the place where many of us create our stories, our fantasies and our illusions and yet – you cannot hide on a stage. Sometimes it shows more than you intended. It shows us as we truly are.
Steps of time
The steps of the aged are light and tentative.
Does the body not trust the earth it walks upon?
Or does it not trust the legs to hold up the heart?
Do the feet know that there are many hurdles and obstacles that can trip them?
Is it years of memory?
Or does the heart know that slowly the muscles are taking their leave from this body and that support is no longer there.
The steps of the aged are timid and filled with fear.