TIME

i'm numb.

not sure what from, but i am.

the weekend's blinked by without much ado.

dancing has been major therapy, and would be IT for a long time to come.

last week was a rollercoaster ride.

between trying to get rid of the flu and working out some articles, i've had some time to think.

i've been physically neglecting something i call my religion...but because it is so entrenched in me, i don't fear losing touch with it.

people may not understand it, but it is very real to me.

it's something like dance.

when stayz told me about the wonders of dance three years back, i couldn't quite grasp how it could be a need.

tomorrow, i will write him an email to tell him i finally get it.

For as long as he can remember he has had an incredible energy. And it has nothing to do with drugs or alcohol either ? the man doesn’t touch the stuff. “Maybe it is about needing to dance, I love to dance," he tells me.

Dancing is how Stayz has survived. In his late teenage years it gave him a break and he says it is the key that opened doors all over the world for him.

- Y We Dance website

stayz was the first person who made me believe in my talent - my voice.

it was then i made music my guiding light.

with dance coming into the picture, everything seems to be falling into place.

it's taken me my life thus far to recognize my calling.

now, more than ever, it's taking me to new spiritual heights.

my salvation lies in this.

and as long as i remain true to my precious light, i will not falter.

it's a lonely world when people expect the truth, yet can't handle it. after that negative reinforcement, you're back at square one. if only they could accept your being, and not try to understand you in totality. after all, how can anyone understand the grid of the human race?

(can you picture this?)