Be still my heart….

I saw Rachel Brice dance for the first time when I was 17 years old in a crowded little theater in Albuquerque, NM.  Matter stretched, time folded in on itself, and no one took a breath for the entire dance.  I swear.  I left that theater knowing not only what I wanted to be when I grew up, but what art could do for someone.  This piece makes my heart ache for dance all over again.  RB, you destroy me every time <3