The week I was supposed to be working in Module 4 of the Full Adventure Kit, resistance to writing reared its ugly head like an immovable iceberg. It refused to let me write. Not a word. Nada. I couldn’t face essays or pitches. No new blog posts or journaling. I wouldn’t revise anything either....
I was out of sync with my dance teacher today, a rare occurrence. We began in stilllness, followed by cross-legged spine circles, normally a move my hips, back and spine crave. Instead my legs opened into wide V. After a couple sways and circles, I gently coaxed them back in, thinking maybe left in...
