Updated: Apr 22
I’m beyond tickled to be writing to you. Normally, I like to stay as present-moment as possible when writing this little missive to you, but this time, I’m going to take you back to last Sunday. We danced together. IN. REAL. LIFE. And it was glorious. Yes, we were in the park, on grass, wearing shoes. Twenty five of us or so in a sprawling Corte Madera park. Yes, we had masks and we were socially distanced (that said, there was a very careful and conscious approach to hugging: asking first, and inquiring if people were vaccinated). I want to speak to the experience. First the technical: the sound was beyond fabulous. I don’t know the details in terms of precisely how the technology works, but it was a million miles beyond Zoom quality sound. I had my earbuds in and I felt completely immersed in the music. Secondly, the teaching: Kathy’s voice would occasionally come through with the music, offering just the right touch in terms of inviting us to connect more deeply with self, with the music, with the understanding that we are all together in this beautiful endeavor. I felt held. I felt the container of all of us dancers; in Corte Madera, in Pt Richmond, on Zoom, wherever. It felt like a shared experience, a community experience. And now this: other beloved dancers. OMG. OMG. I was almost in tears frequently. Wonderful friends whom I’ve been dancing with for over 20 years---whom I haven’t danced with in a year---were suddenly right in front of me. And we were dancing. Together!!!!!! My heart. My joy. My complete delight. And finally, let’s not forget the body. Body was absolutely beyond blissed out to be moving with such freedom and fluidity. Isn’t it magical, to get out of the head and into the body? Yes, I’ll admit to some sense of awkwardness in shoes on grass, but here’s the thing: I want to work that muscle too. The muscle of preference. The muscle of conditions-must-be-perfect. I want to figure out how to be happy in the world even when the situation might not be quite ideal. Hell, yes, I’d rather be in the gym in Sausalito with all of you extraordinary creatures, but that’s not possible yet. I was simply over-joyed to be with people, specifically, to be with beloved dancers. By the time I left, I felt softened, opened, blissed, tingly with pure pleasure. . . . . . . and so incredibly grateful for the experience!
Come dance with us, Sweet Beings!
Here’s the link to the details: Community Dances | Open Floor Dance
There’s sparkly joy in announcing that the divine Lori Saltzman will very capably and lovingly lead us in our shared dance journey tomorrow.
And yes, right now, it’s subscription only.
Here’s a shameless plug for my beloved husband’s compassion training class. Truly, he’s a gifted teacher, but more than that, aren’t we all well served by a little more compassion in our lives?
It’s a 4-week course, meeting on zoom Tuesday nights.
Roy says it better than I can:
Why Cultivate Compassion?
Cultivating compassion goes beyond feeling more empathy and concern for others. It develops the strength to be with suffering, the courage to take compassionate action, and the resilience to recover from or prevent burn-out.
It includes the development of:
· The strength to be present with suffering
· The courage to take compassionate action
· The resilience to prevent compassion fatigue
Research indicates that compassion and self-compassion can improve overall well-being, increase joy, improve resilience, and create a sense of connection.
y, improve resilience, and create a sense of connection.
Here’s a little poetry for the soul:
The Sonnets to Orpheus, Part Two, XII
Want the change. Be inspired by the flame... where everything shines as it disappears. The artist, when sketching, loves nothing so much as the curve of the body as it turns away.
What locks itself in sameness has congealed. Is it safer to be gray and numb? What turns hard becomes rigid and is easily shattered.
Pour yourself out like a fountain. Flow into the knowledge that what you are seeking finishes often at the start, and, with ending, begins.
Every happiness is the child of a separation it did not think it could survive. And Daphne, becoming a laurel, dares you to become the wind.
~ Rainer Maria Rilke ~
It happens all the time in heaven
It happens all the time in heaven, And some day It will begin to happen Again on earth - That men and women who are married, And men and men who are Lovers, And women and women Who give each other Light, Often will get down on their knees And while so tenderly Holding their lover's hand, With tears in their eyes, Will sincerely speak, saying, "My dear, How can I be more loving to you; How can I be more Kind?" --Hafiz
Going a little nuts with the poetry, but I want to include one more because Earth Day is Thursday and this poem seems just right. . . .
(for my daughters) I want to tell you that the world is still beautiful. I tell you that despite children raped on city streets, shot down in school rooms, despite the slow poisons seeping from old and hidden sins into our air, soil, water, despite the thinning film that encloses our aching world. Despite my own terror and despair. I want you to know that spring is no small thing, that the tender grasses curling like a baby's fine hairs around your fingers are a recurring miracle. I want to tell you that the river rocks shine
like God, that the crisp voices of the orange and gold October leaves are laughing at death, I want to remind you to look beneath the grass, to note the fragile hieroglyphs of ant, snail, beetle. I want you to understand that you are no more and no less necessary than the brown recluse, the ruby- throated hummingbird, the humpback whale, the profligate mimosa. I want to say, like Neruda, that I am waiting for "a great and common tenderness", that I still believe we are capable of attention, that anyone who notices the world must want to save it.
~ Rebecca Baggett ~
There are miracles happening all around us. And spring is no small thing. . . . .and neither is tenderness.
Let’s dance together in the beautiful green grass. Let’s find our joy, our bliss----and let it be of service to the world in some small way.