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Bay Area beauties.

This past week I returned to the bay area for a seminar, but also had the intense delight of returning home to Oakland for some much needed friend time. As I drove down familiar streets I had the distinct feeling that reminds you of home. I had just turned 22 when I moved to Berkeley and I feel like I grew up in the bay area. Joey and I fell in love there and it was in the bay area where I made some of the most precious friendships ripe with personal and intellectual closeness – friends who I miss daily. While we no longer live in Oakland, and I have felt more at home in NY than anywhere else, we made an incredible life in Oakland and the place still tells the tale.

Different classes for different phases at the most welcoming dance studio ever.

An era if there ever was one, the golden age perhaps.

The best Mexican we’ve ever had, ever, and a place for making new family.

A million ice creams at Fenton’s Creamery to mark a million occasions.

Quick weeknight dinners with the most dear friends in all the land.

We had a first date, a proposal dinner, and a bar exam celebration at Filippos.

Sam’s Chowder House is delicious, and it’s in Half Moon Bay where we’ve had the best beach walks.

A special place for walking and talking.

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Lately, my mind and body are most free to think through complex theoretical conundra during moving moments at this tiny stove that.

It has been a week and a half since I last uploaded an entry to this very new blog. It’s funny, it was as if the moment I wrote down my anxieties about merging my home and work lives – or better yet how to deal with the fact that they are necessarily one and the same for me – I was able to move forward without preoccupations.

So what is it about the writing process that leads to these moments of crisis, or of upheaval, and then of letting go? For me, it is about impatience. I have impatience when I read, when I write academically, when I think. I have impatience for the future, finishing current projects and for wanting to know what is to come when this or that project is complete.  The interesting thing about impatience, though, is that it doesn’t work in dance. Dancing is precisely about moving between moments and focusing on the movements between as the content themselves. If you are rushing to a next “position,” your focus is not on movement at all.

The thing about writing personal thoughts and feelings down on a page is that it in some ways forces an exercise in patience. Rather than worrying about future preoccupations, writing down a current concern is giving it license to exist in whatever state it is currently. This, I think, is why, like dance, sometimes writing down can lead to moving forward. It’s a moment for reflection, but also for laying to rest. So, whatever counts as your “writing down,” whether it is dancing, or cooking, or writing, may we all find ease in spending moments moving through rather than racing ahead. We may find, in fact, that this propels us “forward” – whatever that might look like.