I am back

I am back

I am back! Here’s a Sneak Preview of Dawn’s newest act & tour dates in Quebec and Toronto! View this email in your browser I AM BACK (In Canada) Hey Hey, How are you doing? Things are great here, just wanted to give you some tour dates, a download, and a bit of my story from France. For 2 years I was living and training in France. Moving across the world actually meant a complete deconstruction of all I knew before, and a newly reconstructed view of the world. I re-learned how to walk and balance my body, and by practicing walking and dancing, I learned how to listen to how my body feels. I did this daily. I re-learned how to talk by learning French. I relearned how to write by writing for The Busking Project and the Flow Arts Institute. Understanding tone, speed, and articulation is something I never heard or paid attention when speaking english, but they became became important when learning a foreign language. Most of all, I learned how much attention is required for real listening. Speaking in a second language is an game of endurance of one’s attention span. Who knew? I re-learned how to drive. It was a manual car and I drove through small windy village towns, with the feel of an engine at my fingertips. The space a car takes-up became very apparent when the size of the roads are the size of one lane in Canada. It is still too much to pay attention to driving while speaking French at the same time. It was like reliving 30 years of life in a 2 year time period. Except I am consciously aware of my infantile ways. All of this allows for a deeper...
Moving to Montreal

Moving to Montreal

Hey Everyone, I am moving to Montreal and I am STOKED! Every time I move to a new city, I have this idea that I can be a better person. This time, I’ll have it together. I won’t have limits. I won’t get sick. This time, I’ll stop using the pronoun “I” in my writing, unlike all those other self-obsessed narcissistic blog writers. I’ll just start using “you” instead and project all my bullshit onto my readers and followers. It will be a selfless journey, where the power to change is within reach and all you has to do is give. less.fucks. You won’t let the critics bother you. You are more than your doubts and worries. Magically, you will have it all together and even though you have to cancel all your bills, accounts, sell all your furniture and buy ones on the other side, the transition will not phase you. You are stronger than that now. Making the money you need to pay for the cost of moving will appear from thin air, and you’ll pay off all your debt to boot. You can now have perfect teeth, and your health insurance definitely won’t be a huge bureaucratic pain in the ass to get. People will be your friend, and you’re weekends will be filled with exciting things to do. You won’t have conflict between your performance job and these new friends, even though you only work on nights and weekends. You’ll finally be able to pay for their beers generously, and give yourself to all their emotional needs without a problem, obviously. Surely, the circus career...
Update! New videos

Update! New videos

YAY! New Videos, just what you’ve always wanted, right? On these cold winter days, it’s difficult to get outside to play and juggle. Instead, I play inside! You may know that I love video edit, juggling and clowning and these things go really well together. Here are some of my latest videos! VTG transforming contact juggling into poi theory   The Mirror  Thomas and I clowning around in the Rave Cave   Traveling video of 8 countries through...

An Essay on Fools

This essay was written in 2004 in college. I thought it was still relevant and that you might enjoy some of this foolish history. ——– Me as a classic pirouette clown A man walks behind a fellow, making faces behind his back. Silly, rude gestures come flying and dancing around the fellow, the audience laughs.  The fellow turns quickly to look behind him. There he sees is a funny looking man, leaning against the wall, whistling. A fool could play this game for hours, mostly because he is entertaining himself, although he will always ham it up for an audience. Everyone recognizes a good fool, and will carry one in their heart if they are wise. This archetype has been used for over four thousand years. In fact, since the time of the Pharohs in Egypt to modern day, fools have been creating laughter. A fool, whom people recognize these days, would be the “Cap’N’Bells” fool, which, is found in a card deck and is normal used as the rule breaker card. This image of a joker depicts a crazy looking man, with a huge smile, and mischievous eyes, pointy ears and a silly hat. His clothes are patterns of each suit in the deck, patched together to make a array of colour. This goes back to Renaissance, 1500-1700 AD* during the times of kingdom and court. The model jester did not begin there, as he has more history throughout time than most popular religions. Although he seems basic, the unique characteristics which a fool is composed of, creates a seemingly childish entertainer, whom appeals to all mass, threatens...
Nu Po Camp

Nu Po Camp

Three Years ago, I was part of something very special. I realized I never shared the full stories here, so for this week, I will be re-posting the Spark blogs I wrote at the time. I wonder where how those children are doing now. So much has changed. Featured image: Lucy Lynn Originally posted on the SPARK Circus blog May 7, 2012 by Dawn Dreams. Today I looked down at my crossed legs to see the crust still on my sneakers. A red clay that had coated the whole Northern landscape was a souvenir I had not anticipated taking home. We had a few more schools to attend. Again, all of them were fun, all of us were tired, many of us sick and all of us really on the edge of burn out. We had one last destination which we all looked forward to: Nu Po refugee camp. This camp is an 8 hour drive from our Mae Sot locations, up the same roads we took on the ride to Burma. I slept a good chunk of the way. We stopped 2/3’s of the way up at a small hotel, so we could get to the camp in the morning. All of the hoopers had received their new LED hoops and were rocking out with their new toys. I was on my computer, editing photos and videos to go online. After one hour of leaving our hotel the next morning, we arrive, dusty and motion sick at the gate of the camp. Everyone at the gates stare, our response is to blow bubbles through the “windows” as Jo...

Karen Village

Originally posted May 7, 2012 by Dawn Dreams on the SPARK Circus blog. We woke up in a church in some boarder town in Thailand. It’s Sunday and the only Sunday in my life that I have been in church. Jesus and the King looking down upon me sleeping through a faintly moon lit single stilted shack. My alarm was set for 5:30 and I rolled around in my dreams until I finally pull my numb body off the floor. I roll my sleeping bag and pack for the hundredth time. Within an hour we were packed into the trucks once again, clearing out like we were never there, except the dust storm trail that our vehicles leave behind. We meet a man who drives a flatbed with 20 children in it, he will lead the way. The three trucks turn down a dirt road and we enter what looks like Mars. The land is scorched with black marks from the recent fires. The road is red and dry. The horizon includes jutting rocky cliffs, almost misplaced for the flat barren land that surrounds them. These rocks hold the only signs of life, covered in green palm trees in the flat spaces they could find. Everyone is still groggy and have cloth masks on their face as they try to sing songs with the ukelele. We reach a check point. It’s barely discernible from any other buildings except its existence in this barren land. There are no guards; there is no one except us. We continue on through the open gates without hesitation. It takes approximately an hour for...
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