Terrasonic lead me into a beautiful dance on this windy alive electric morning.
I spanked Sofia last night. She was having an irrational fit because she wanted to keep her wet diaper on. It felt terrible. I don't think I can do that again. So that is the tension I am working through today. And this is the way to do it.
On a different note, I am pleased that image hunting has been a unexpected addition to this blog. And really, is almost equal to the dance itself.
I use the centerline to take the fancy footwork between and around. I did the knee lift turnarounds. I passed hallelujah man again. The again is significant. This man has a mission. The mission is the mode.
Dance 96 was in Winchester Virginia, as we were staying with Genevieve's sister there. It was difficult dance to make happen, asphalt Hills, shinsplints, etc. And then met up with Nieces walking a dog which slowed me down a bit. I did get Michaela dancing for a minute though.
Managed to muscle through another loop of the neighborhood.
Got one good shot, poetic thought of old forest circle going either way. See below.
97 was this morning, which had a beautiful sun salutation to hold the note, yoga Shiva song with Melissa Ivey. Then try to get it going with African dance beats and a little something stirs. But by no means full-blown. Still, worth the effort. And one more good shot.
Snuck a dance in today. Gotan Project Cumbia compilation for company.
I ended up going too far and having to run back to make it back in time for Nonna to leave. As I was running I was thinking about Davy Crockett, who once ran 7 miles of mountains in two hours for some important reason. I heard that on the "stuff you should know" podcast yesterday. I thought if he could do that I can run a few blocks, surely.
Sometimes I'm overcome with so much gratitude and wonder it feels as if I will explode from too muchness. I feel called to contain it. "Just be cool, man!"
Just watching a spider spin a web can do it to me. Or trying to imagine how a symphony can be carried by radio waves. Or tasting grapefruit.
Wondering as I dance this morning what the smallest particle we have knowledge of is. 10 to the -22? What is the largest thing we have knowledge of? 10 to the 22? Those are just guesses. I don't know. I bet there are many zeros both ways. I like our vantage point Somewhere here in the middle.
This morning another beautiful dance to Joel Davis' Terrasonic August 10 show.
This morning danced to August 3rd Terrasonic show via iTunes. A beautiful mix for which I am grateful. It isn't easy to find music this good.
It was raining this morning but I was rearing to go out, so grabbed an umbrella and went anyway and so glad that I did.
The umbrella turns out to be a great dance prop. A la singing in the rain. Many cool moves, like spinning, or grabbing the umbrella and spinning with the umbrella, or twirling it around in figure eights to the music.
And when the umbrella is closed it becomes a kind of baton that can be tossed around or used for extra pendulum weight on the arm swings.
Stopped by some interesting graves this morning. On one there was a mother and father in the middle, flanked by their 22 year-old and 33 year old sons, both of whom died in France. I think about what that sacrifice must've meant to those parents and what it must be like to fight in a worthwhile war. Instead of being the barbarian who's taxes are causing birth defects in Iraqi babies!
When I woke up this morning I had that weak shaky feeling that I sometimes get, and have been for all my life, for no reason I can understand. I almost didn't go out but G said to go for a walk so I had a slug of coffee, went outside, took in a deep draft of the grass and took off to African dance beats. Soon I was flying in the most joyful dance, completely inside outside. There is no feeling like that.
From weak to peak.
I was thinking about this thousand and one dances, how it signifies the definite number of dances I will have in my life. I thought about Tyler Burba's great song, "I'm going to miss me when I'm gone". thinking about how much I will miss my body when it can no longer dance, makes me dance so much harder now, with much more focused attention.
This blog is in a meditation on time. Like Christian Marclay's The Clock. Each dance both in defiance of and in obeisance to the last one.