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Crisis Averted
The space issue is resolved. We have a space for regular rehearsals. I am so relieved! Dance is such an expensive occupation in some ways: we don't have to buy instruments, but we can't drag around our own dance floors or practice in our basements. A dance group needs a home with spacious sprung floors and furniture out of the way--so much to arrange sometimes.
I am finding my fingers in my personal rehearsal these days. I wave them, connect them to rotations of the wrist or shoulder, connect these to hip rotations. I think my body is integrating the distal ends, now that I've laid a foundation of core support through Bartenieff Fundamentals. At least, I hope that's what is going on. Maybe it's just a distal phase, a recuperation before a renewed core emphasis. These things seem to happen in waves.
In rehearsals, we are working on suspension and release in an attempt to embody a snowflake caught in a gust of wind. The suspensions all take place with legs in the air to represent being carried away, head over heels. I'm enjoying this portion. I have long delighted in inversion.
Last week was our first week back after August break. We've got to perform this section of the dance, which I'm calling "Carried Away," at Towson U on October 11. This is coming up quickly, so we have had a strenuous first week back: rolling, resisting, falling. I miss the work so much when we don't meet! I'm afraid that I may be in love with this group, with this process. Such things don't last forever. I'm lucky to have this time.

