Dear, much-missed community,
What to say? These days are often leaving me speechless.
Impacted, thrown, awed, afire, melted. So I take some pauses to be silent,
and other rests to be entirely inward,
and then I look to regain and use the powers of hearing and of speech.
What do you say? Shall we dance next week?
Providence Farm is opening the festival stage and field to us.
This community space will be lonely for company in the coming summer of cancellations.
Let's occupy it with embodied soul. We'll gather, and we'll see what wants to move,
and how it wants to move us on down the road we humans must walk.
This incredible spot will give a bit of rain and sun protection for those in need,
and all the room we could possibly desire for healthy spacing
while closing the distance between our hearts.
We are unimaginably fortunate to have this place to gather, feet on earth, for a while.
My dad has always said: Let's make hay while the sun shines.
Gratitude to those who joined online classes and kept a core group connected.
Drop-in online classes are over for now. I may offer dances by Zoom in future
- to committed groups. If you have an interest in this, let me know.