I have a separated shoulder. It's just a trial separation, and I believe we can worth through this. Added to my wrists and my knees, I am considering putting together a strip act where I just take off my bandages and braces on stage ( Read more... )

My knee is not healing. But my wrists are. It took them six months to get here, but they are getting better. And my knee has only had three. Anyway, it's my not holding me back right now. I am building two acts (one duo trapeze and one partner acro, each 7 minutes, both with someone I am head over heels in love with), and one 45 minute show which ( Read more... )

I am still head over heels in love. I am still head over heels in circus. I am still injured, and still worried about healing. I am still busy and happy and tired. I am still dancing ( Read more... )

A girl went missing last weekend here in Iceland. She was walking home after being out at the bar with her friends. It was five am. The only clue was that a few shops had CCTV cameras that showed her walking past, and there was a red car that passed her just before she stopped showing up on the cameras. It was not much to go on, but piece by piece ( Read more... )

Two sold out shows. Four acts. It was so, so, so fucking good.

Walking home from the theater last night, the world covered in a thin and sparkling sheen of ice, my flyer, my partner, said to me "I've been having this thought, and it's kind of morbid, but I have been thinking that if I knew the world was ending in a week, I wouldn't do anything differently. My last week, if I could choose it, would look just ( Read more... )

It is the dreariest December I have spent here in Reykjavik. It's like Winter failed to arrive, but Autumn had already left, so we have this grey nothing of a season. Every day at 3 the sky shifts from light grey to a dim, unsettled orange, like the glow of a coal buried under ash, and everything seems spooky and otherworldly in a way that ( Read more... )

This is my life. We fly to Barcelona. We perform. We train together. We wake up together. I start to say "I love" and finish with "that smile" because maybe the moment isn't right, but we both know what I was really saying, and her smile grows even brighter. Everything is new and electric all the time ( Read more... )

On the plane, middle seat empty, she lies down across the row and rests her head on my lap. I read and stroke her hair while she sleeps. We are traveling with the circus, our first real trip as circus members. Four of us to a room, but my bed squeaks so loudly that none of us would sleep if I stayed in it, so I share hers. Each day starts with ( Read more... )

There is a part of me that is very pessimistic. I wonder if humans alive today are the last who will have access to travel by air. I wonder if humans alive today are the last who will have wild fish. I see documentaries on Australia's appalling treatment of refugees, and I wonder if groundwork is being laid for handling, both politically and ( Read more... )