2017-03 Adult Class Thu 10s

daca, driving, and also dancing

Last Thursday night, a few of us from the community had dinner with a few DACA students currently attending The University of Colorado.

 

We listened as the students shared stories of how their families came to this country, how old they were when they arrived, what they were studying in school, internships they’d held over the summer, and hopes and fears they had for the future.

 

Two sisters from Mexico — the older one who is a DACA recipient and the younger one who was born here — spoke about the different paths their future’s hold, not because of dreams, ambitions, and desires, but because of who had been born on what side of the border.

 

Students from Mongolia, China, and Ecuador spoke about what would happen if DACA was rescinded.

 

At the end of our time together, we hugged good-bye, with promises to meet again soon and continue the conversation.

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2017-08 Jo Class 10s

what do you love?

That thing is happening to my brain:

I walk into the kitchen and I can’t remember why I walked into the kitchen.

I start to give an instruction in class and half way through I can’t remember the instruction I’m giving.

I’m driving and I can’t remember where I’m driving too.

I’ve started saying words wrong, like when my nephew asked me what that body part is called that includes the thigh and the butt:

“That’s called a launch.”

“A launch?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Don’t you mean HAUNCH?”

Right right right, HAUNCH.

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Wild Life

I know this is a newsletter about dancing, but there is so much wildlife happening here this summer, I can’t stand it!
1. Hummingbirds in the courtyard.
For the past month we have been watching hummingbird parents fly in and out of the nest they built, to sit on their eggs. 

Recently the eggs cracked open and now the parents swoop in every half hour or so to feed the baby birds, whose beaks point straight up into the sky.  The babies open up their beaks and urgently reach when the mother or the father fly in to feed.

 

The nest the hummingbirds built is stunning:  there are bits of flower petals — yellow and purple — mixed in with the weeds and the grass.

 

2. Coyotes howling, wild turkey’s fighting, deer feasting, last summer the sighting of a moose (not this summer though, at least not yet), bunnies hopping, bob cats prowling, foxes darting, ravens roosting,

 

3. AND my most favorite moment of all (I’m soooooo jealous I missed it):

 

A mountain lion sauntered in front of our house last week, in the middle of the day, bolted up the mountain, jumped on a deer, KILLED THAT DEER, and then ran.

In the middle of the day, right in front of our house!

 

Glen, who saw it all, said the whole thing happened in seconds.

We looked at the body of the deer through our binoculars until the mountain lion came back that night and dragged her to a more secure location, to feast in private, I guess.

 

Awhile back, maybe 5 years ago or so, I was taking my morning hike and I came across the body of a deer. It totally freaked me out, and it took me a few seconds to realized what had happened.

 

I remember thinking, “Murder. There’s been a murder”, which of course is a silly way to think about it, but that’s what popped into my head when I saw the body. I stared at that body, covered in sticks and leaves, wondering who was trying to hide the evidence.

 

For the next week or so, I hiked up there every day, and watched as a part of the deer disappeared until all that was left was a pile of fur.

 

What this has to do with dancing, I have no idea, except for this:
At every wild sighting I see, I exclaim “Ah” and “Oh” and “Hmmm” with a little burst of breath at the end of each exclamation.

 

And those sounds, as I’ve mentioned before, also happen in class.

 

No matter how hard I try to keep quiet, a sound creeps out of me, as surprise and beauty spill into the world.

 

“When before the beauty of a sunset or a mountain, you pause and exclaim, “Ah,” you are participating in divinity.”  — Ancient Hindu Text.

 

Let’s add dancing in there too.

 

With Warmth,
Joanna
of
Joanna and The Agitators
sweetly agitating/persistently upending
www.joannaandtheagitators.com
So many PS’s today, you might want to get your calendar out! 

1.
Free Community Dance Classes:
Tuesday, September 5th
Thursday, September 7th
10:15am-12:15pm at The Boulder Circus Center.

2.
Fall Dance Session:
The Anatomy of Improvisation
Tuesday, September 12th – Thursday, December 14th.
10:15-12:15pm at The Boulder Circus Center.

3.
First Friday of the Month Dance Club:
Practicing and presenting improvisational performance

Meet at The Boulder Circus Center the First Friday of each month from 5-7pm.
October 6th
November 3rd
December 1st
January 5th 
February 2nd
March 2nd
April 6th
May 4th
Showings on January 5th and May 4th.

4.
Dog Dance:
Next Performance of Dog Dance is on Friday, August 18th
Next Learning to Dog Dance Workshop is on Saturday, August 19th.

If you’re interested in participating in any of the above offerings, email me.

xoxoxoox

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2017-03 Adult Class Thu 19s

The Hum of the Pelvic Floor

We’ve been dancing from the pelvic floor these last few weeks in class.

 

At the end of one such class, when the buzz between everyone was especially high, Agness said,  “This strong connection between all of us today…I think it’s being generated from the hum of the pelvic floor.”

 

We continued to speak about the pelvic floor in more detail, where it’s located and how it’s held in the body.

 

We spoke about the pelvic bowl, a basket-like structure where the organs, like fruit, sit and hover just above the floor of the pelvis, where there is a hum, isn’t there?

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2017-03 Adult Class Thu 26s

Looking for Legs

My mom started taking a cocktail of medications for nerve pain in her lower back a few months ago.

Because of the mix of meds she’s on, she’s hallucinating now and then.

She’s clear and bright eyed when she re-counts her latest sighting:

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2017-03 Adult Class Thu 22s

Dancing and Aging

“To be astonished is one of the surest ways of not growing old too quickly.”
— Sidonie-Gabrielle Colette

 

Immediately after reading this,  I received an email from Johannah discussing her experience in class this past Friday.

 

Johannah has been taking class with me since I started teaching in 2003, and the Friday class has been a struggle for her at times:   I don’t always use music, there is very little instruction, and sometimes there is a minimal amount of big muscle movement  (i.e.. leaping, jumping, locomoting, spinning, swooping).

 

A question that continually comes up for Johannah about this particular class is, “Is this really dance?”

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i’ve been thinking about you

I wonder how you are choosing to walk through the world after reading the news or not reading the news.
I wonder how you are doing, hearing the first 12 minutes of this, as you hang the laundry.

I wonder and hope that you are going to dance class — because you must continue to go to dance class — even as you hear these first 12 minutes, and want to run, screaming into the streets.

Do run — screaming into the streets — but also:

Go to dance class.

We cannot let him take that away from us.

I wonder how you are moving in the world right now, in this moment in history.

I wonder where, and how, you are finding stillness.

I wonder if you are spinning.

I wonder if you are spiraling.

I wonder if you are sensing your weight — in space — as it shifts and drops, and then rises.
It is difficult

to get the news from poems

Yet men die miserably every day

for lack

of what is found there

~ William Carlos Williams
Katharine sent this me when I said “I don’t have time for poems right now.”

I decided, then and there, to make time for poems.
I’ve been thinking about you.
I wonder how you’ve been doing.
xo
Joanna
of
Joanna and The Agitators
sweetly agitating/persistently upending
www.joannaandtheagitators.com

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Let’s get together and…

Imagine.

 

What if we all meet — in the middle — to take our shoes off, sit on the floor and roll around for a bit, before beginning the work of dreaming the world we want to walk in.

 

What if we all meet —at dusk —to watch the moon rise, and to sing a hallelujah.

 

What if those who gather are artists and politicians, teachers and mail carriers, front desk workers and chiefs of police.

 

What if those who gather are dishwashers and lawyers, tribal leaders and midwives.

 

What if you and I and everyone else takes a deep breath, closes our eyes, and dreams.

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A Naked Ballerina

A little boy came home from school and told his mom that his teacher had asked all of the kids in his class to come to school the next day, dressed as the thing they wanted to be when they grew up.

 

His mother said,  “What are you going to dress up as?”

 

The little boy replied,  “A ballerina.”

 

The mother said, “Boys can’t wear tutus.”

 

The little boy said, “Oh.”

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