Hello, Beloved Dancers.
I’m sending this out a little early this week. Yay oh yay.
Here’s the thing: I’m going to be celebrating 25 years of blissful marriage with my beloved husband in a couple of months. This dreamy being has agreed on a trip to Ireland to dance a Libido Workshop with Cathy Ryan in October. Isn’t that beyond fabulous?!?! Further to the point, we’d absolutely love to get a small group of dancers from the Bay Area to attend this workshop together. Wouldn’t that be fun?!?! I danced with Cathy Ryan in Greystones, Ireland for 5 days in February and I fell in love; fell in love all over again with this glorious practice, fell in love with the teachers and the dancers, fell in love with Ireland and the Irish (I know this is a vast generalization, but really, the people are so dazzlingly warm and engaging), fell in love with the sky and the weather too! The dates are October 18-20. Please let me know if you’re interested. It’s truly a magical thing to get to know dancers all over the world; to continue building an international dance community. The world would benefit by a deeper sense of connection and community . . .and this is a wonderful way to meet new people, see a new place, and make new friends. Join us?
Here's the line-up of fabulous teachers:
Saturday: Joseph Machado
Sunday: Davida Taurek
I chose this poem because it subtly celebrates the way we meet one another on the dance floor; without words, without story, without “the patterns that others made”, but instead with pure presence. Don’t miss your star. Be awake. 😊
A Ritual To Read To Each Other
If you don't know the kind of person I am and I don't know the kind of person you are a pattern that others made may prevail in the world and following the wrong god home we may miss our star.
For there is many a small betrayal in the mind, a shrug that lets the fragile sequence break sending with shouts the horrible errors of childhood storming out to play through the broken dyke.
And as elephants parade holding each elephant's tail, but if one wanders the circus won't find the park, I call it cruel and maybe the root of all cruelty to know what occurs but not recognize the fact.
And so I appeal to a voice, to something shadowy, a remote important region in all who talk: though we could fool each other, we should consider-- lest the parade of our mutual life get lost in the dark.
For it is important that awake people be awake, or a breaking line may discourage them back to sleep; the signals we give--yes or no, or maybe-- should be clear: the darkness around us is deep.
~ William Stafford ~
See you on the dance floor!