Icebreaker questions help us melt the walls between us, bring us closer, connect. Yet sometimes they stump me. Especially in transitions. How do I relate to you?Continue reading “About Ice Breaker Questions”
Where My Tango Heart Is
The physical heart is to the left of center. The spiritual heart is to the right. My tango heart is, bewilderingly, in Philadelphia.
The first weekend of December I flew to Philly for Lesley’s memorial service. Got there late Friday afternoon back home Sunday evening. Continue reading “Where My Tango Heart Is”
A Life-Size Hole
Existence of nonexistence is unfortunately different from nonexistence.
I created a life-size hole in the fabric of it.
Small talk between songs in a tanda.
He: I can’t go out much these days because of my dog.
We play a game at the pre-festival mixer milonga. In exchange for a hard-to-come-by $5, cash only, exact change, the adorable spacey greeter handed me a card, number 3, blue – whatever. Before each tanda, the host announces a rule. Dance with the same color… Blue dances with yellow… Odd with even… Odd with odd, even with even. This adds to the chaos: the room is crowded, the dancers are still unsettled, still arriving, cabeceos scatter about, rarely reaching their targets. I sit out some tandas, scoping out the scene. I dance some tandas, hit or miss, odd or even. That’s fine, I am still arriving.
I sit out. I see you across the room and recognize you. This is the first time I’ve seen you in my life. Sort of. Continue reading “Hello There”