The transformation of Shame.

Once I turned to look at Shame, she had a lot to say.

Of course we sat down with each other, had a cup of tea first, I then embraced her… and then she had a lot to say.

Shame wants to move, she wants to dance. She is standing in the spotlight. Her shoulders start swaying and then her hops mobilize. The spotlight feels warm on her sin and she feels like the crisp light/dark contrast of the spotlight’s edge.

Shame plays with this edge by moving up to it, hips and shoulders swaying. She is aware she is being watched but this is not a burden. She is comfortable, connected to her body and at home in her skin. She moves for her own pleasure. She moves because there are things inside her that have been stagnant and stuck for too long.

Shame requests the house lights get turned on, slowly and softly. The audience have their arms up,

swaying in unison,

eyes open,

smiles beaming,

appreciating,

wanting more.

Shame feels safe, warm and welcome.

“I am the Speaker of the unspoken. I speak for the unseen,” she declares.

The audience responds in unison, “Thank f**k you are here.”