This evening I attended a friend’s birthday party on the beach. Having not been to parties in such a very long time, we had some trepidation, wondering if we still knew how to “do social”. As we were driving to the party, my husband said, “do you think we’ll know anyone at the party?”. I knew of at least two people other than the hostess who’d be there, but I was also totally game for meeting new people (due to the pandemic, I’m all full up on my introvert tendencies and wonderfully ready to explore the extrovert in me). So imagine our surprise when we arrived and saw a bunch of beloved dancers! Oh, heart’s delight! I was close to tears as I hugged people I haven’t seen (except on zoom) in over 15 months. Here’s the thing about dancers: we know how to hug. We do the lingering, wrap-around, full-body hug and it’s glorious. There’s warmth. There’s full presence. There’s love. So yummy! It was the usual social situation, where you flow from one group or person to the next, but I noticed that even though I was pulled away from one conversation with a sweet friend, I was still sitting on the log right next to her, full side-body in contact, pressing lovingly against her while I talked with someone on my other side. Yes! Full body contact conversation! As we drove away, I thought to myself, “remember this. . . remember how this feels in the body; heart full of love, soul singing, body tingling.” I wanted to mark the felt sensation in my being: profound happiness. Oh, Dancers! Sweet Community! I fell in love with you all over again tonight. Let’s gather tomorrow and dance and feel this beautiful connection again.
One more thing that I’d like to offer as a “whispered aside” sort of note: I would never have the wherewithal to notice and mark the way something resonates in my being without this amazing dance practice. Deep bow of gratitude to all my teachers for that huge gift.
It gives me joy to report that our beloved & exquisitely skillful Davida will be guiding us tomorrow.
Here’s the helpful link:
See you in Corte Madera at 9:45am tomorrow morning.
28 Pixley Ave, Corte Madera, CA 94925, USA
Here’s the poem:
James Wright - 1927-1980
Just off the highway to Rochester, Minnesota,
Twilight bounds softly forth on the grass.
And the eyes of those two Indian ponies
Darken with kindness.
They have come gladly out of the willows
To welcome my friend and me.
We step over the barbed wire into the pasture
Where they have been grazing all day, alone.
They ripple tensely, they can hardly contain their happiness
That we have come.
They bow shyly as wet swans. They love each other.
There is no loneliness like theirs.
At home once more,
They begin munching the young tufts of spring in the darkness.
I would like to hold the slenderer one in my arms,
For she has walked over to me
And nuzzled my left hand.
She is black and white,
Her mane falls wild on her forehead,
And the light breeze moves me to caress her long ear
That is delicate as the skin over a girl's wrist.
Suddenly I realize
That if I stepped out of my body I would break
This is how I feel tonight, like if I “stepped out of my body” I might “break into blossom”.
Blessing on you, Sweet Dancers.