Wishes for my children, wishes from a beautiful life...

I wish for you, that you one day you will be listening to Arvo Pärt’s Tabula Rasa, and be moved to tears, moved to wonder about the provenance of your being. Moved to joy at the gift of your being in this sacred moment.




I wish for that you are blessed to know the pleasures of tango Argentino, the warmth of close embrace, the chemistry of two bodies exploring music and movement together.





I wish that one day you will have understood the sadness and joy of dancing Butoh: the slow coming together, the slow departure, the meditative examination of each moment and each movement as a grain of sand trickling through the hourglass of your life.



I wish that you will know deep loving – in all it's terrible and transformative beauty, from bliss to despair to redemption to sacred opening. I wish that your knowledge of the music and movement of life is informed by this experience, and that your life in turn becomes a celebration of the magic and the rituals of connection and creativity that the experience of loving demands and expects and grants to us, each of us who has the courage to hazard the journey.

I wish this for you. I wish this for you, because – at this moment in my life – this is the beauty and the joy of my life, and it is profound. It is the richest gift I can wish for you. I am blessed to know this. I am humbled to know this.

I wish this blessing on you.

Your father,

hans peter meyer
17 January 2012