8 counts to revelation Prelude and Cadence.-flying without wings

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, ErcAshfrd@a... wrote:

> have you noticed how great dancers seem to defy gravity?

> Just for a breathless pause, just for a transcendent instant.

> I guess it takes decades of work to be able to fly like that.

> Yet even an artless dancer can move in a way that seems to

> be a wellspring of grace. They forget themselves and so they

> remember the dance.

 

They do seem to defy gravity.. but they don't. They channel it. The

second half of every leap to the sky is a fall to the earth. The

higher one leaps, the farther one falls. Falling is beautiful, too,

eh? And it is all relative... to the face of the earth.

 

I like to think of modern dance as ballet that "saw enough" in one

leap to realize the wonders of being on the ground... and a whole new

language was born. Now it takes decades of work to "know the earth".

This, too, is relative.

 

Think of the the face of the earth as a datum upon which one dances.

Leaping, falling, rooting around... but do we ever break the surface?

 

Here is a story about a dance seen in Vermont at a fall equinox

celebration. Small groups of people were led into the woods to

locations of performance pieces. For this one, the "audience" stood

above the performer on a bench of earth.

 

The dancer's long dark orangered hair cascaded down onto a large

circle of fabric of the same hue. This circle of fabric flowed out

from her neck 20' in all directions. The dance was a slow, nearly

imperceptible turning, a drawing in of this orange red cascade, the

forming of a slow spiral through and on the dancer's body. As she

turned, slowly, she lowered, slowly. Ever so slowly drawing, turning,

wrapping, descending into the earth... until finally all that was

left of her, of the dance, of the magnificent dark orangered, was a

tiny plug of fabric in the face of the earth, soon covered over in

windblown leaves of similar hues.

 

Return to earth? Or earth?

 

This distinction between expressing and being is interesting... and

difficult to master. Takes decades, eh?

> Make any sense? I have two left feet, and a dyslexic brain,

> but love still makes me dance, when I let go of trying.

 

Nothing -makes- you dance, silly, underneath what you think you are,

my left-footed dyslexic headed friend, you are the dance.

 

Perhaps I should dance a left-footed dyslexic headed dance in your

honor. I'll call it lovedance.

> smiles and love

 

Yep!

 

Nina