In Three Years?

I'm in the new space, unpacked, adjusting to new sounds, new movement patterns, space to stretch out.  I'm not quite stretching yet... I feel like one of those newly-uncaged animals who has forgotten how to move, or doesn't trust that the freedom is real.

Yesterday as part of a panel discussion at work, someone posed a question about what would have to happen in order for you to feel fully satisfied and fulfilled three years from now, personally and professionally. I've been pondering. And what's coming up for me is the personal stuff.  Relationships, community, different ways of inhabiting dance and movement and touch, art-making, ritual. A shift inside myself that I can't articulate or explain, just feel the cusp of and trust in its process. Trust, and hold the space, and trust some more.