thoughts from wildFire

A good performance makes me want things that I didn't know I wanted. Or more properly, a good performance reminds me of my desire to reach beyond myself into limitless possibility, there to become a conduit and to shine as incandescently as the soul I see before me, with gestures burning at the edges of memory and imagination, shining new light on some very old part of human understanding. Inspiration has wings born painfully from the destruction of my restrictive self, the critic that keeps me on the sidelines. I am rocked by sharp pangs that accompany the razor-bright illumination of my feathers unfurling. The crumbling of the inner life that once bound me now brings me both a sense of loss and a sense of release from the safety and limitations of my incubation. A good performance shatters the smooth eggshell calm of my unfulfilled potential.