full house last night

at Massa's brand-new Mouse Theatre. People sat on the floor, filled the spaces along the walls.

I got to do a much more full-throttle physical performance, since it was a real theatre space. Lovely scarlet floor, red lights.

It's such a gift to learn, again and again, how many ways there are to communicate beyond fluency in a language. Like shared delight in reggae and Linton Kwesi Johnson. Words looked up in dictionaries, strung together with broken French and hand gestures. Food. Movement. Intention.