Back in the Waltz of Things, But Not the Same Waltz

I’m officially back to regular private lessons, twice a week! I think it’s been over a year since I’ve had more than one lesson in a week. It felt strange, in a good way, to return to the studio for that second day. My sense of what day it was, shaky at best since the pandemic, was also thrown off, but for the chance to dance more, I didn’t mind.

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We Dance

We’ve made it through another difficult week. I spent the week not sleeping well, working the day job, and reading and listening to multiple points of view on the issues. I also “muted” myself on social media in favor of discovering new-to-me BIPOC dancers and artists and sharing those instead. I’ve linked a few favorites at the end of this blog post.

I didn’t do much dancing. I took Teacher’s online technique class on Wednesday, but I skipped the various dance fitness classes I’ve been taking. I didn’t do any exercise really, aside from walking the dogs. Reality was just weighing too heavy on my shoulders. By the end of the week though, I was feeling the urge to do something creative. To dance, or to write. I was also feeling the urge to clean. A clear space can lead to a clearer mind.

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Dancing with a Heavy Yet Hopeful Heart

The apartment complex is unusually quiet today. No kids playing outside, despite the beautiful weather. No cars rushing in and out of the complex to run weekend errands. Even the adjacent street that is typically bustling falls silent every now and then, leaving only a few birds and the breeze. Elsewhere, I know it is different. Cries for justice are echoing throughout the country this week as people stand up and say “enough is enough.”

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