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The Longing Lately

Hello, Loves.

I try to avoid lingering in the “all the things I long for” mindset as it pertains to the pandemic. I miss so much. But this week I found myself acutely missing dance workshops. There was a time when I would attend one dance workshop per month (and I was dancing 3X per week). Full immersion. I loved it. Loved all the things I learned in those workshops, primarily with Kathy, Lori, and Andrea. Kathy said something last weekend while she led us in the zoom dance that sparked a memory. Kathy invited us to “receive the music.” Such a simple phrase, but it left me with much to consider. How do I receive the music into my being?. How do I fully welcome its expression in my dance? In a dance workshop years ago, we worked with how you receive someone into your space. Conversely, with what energy do I approach someone in their space? Simple yet profound. This dance practice teaches us so much about how to be human. Each time I’d attend a dance workshop, I’d leave feeling (by varying degree) open, softened, brighter, and lighter. I fell in love with my fellow dancers, with the music, with the practice. I simply fell in love. Over and over and over again. And it was exquisite. I’m grateful we have the zoom room option, but I look forward to the day when I can attend a dance workshop with you and renew my commitment to learning how to be a better human, how to relate to others, how to be fully in my body, how to express emotions through movement. . . and thus move it through my being. Oh, Sweet Souls, I miss dancing with you in any capacity---workshop or weekly dances.


It makes my heart happy to tell you that the incomparable Stacey Butcher will be leading the dance tomorrow.


Here’s the link: https://www.openfloordance.org/community-dances


Doors open at 9:45am.


And here’s a thought provoking poem for you.

From The Cure at Troy

Human beings suffer, They torture one another, They get hurt and get hard. No poem or play or song Can fully right a wrong Inflicted and endured

History says, don’t hope On this side of the grave. But then, once in a lifetime The longed-for tidal wave Of justice can rise up, And hope and history rhyme.

So hope for a great sea-change On the far side of revenge. Believe that further shore Is reachable from here. Believe in miracles And cures and healing wells.

Sending love and the hope for miracles,

KB

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