I am learning to be grateful with every breath. With every hug. With every pink teddy bear that says BELIEVE.
Years ago in Ann Arbor, I went to a modern dance workshop with a choreographer local to Detroit and she had invented something called the “traveling technique” and she was going to teach us.
She started the class by saying her name and said, “You’re going to hate my music, but you’re going to love it.” This was at a time when the going soundtrack in modern dance classes ran towards Dead Can Dance or Enya or Medeski Martin and Wood.
She played this.