“I am so incredibly lucky”, I thought, having scaled the last hill, Santa Clara Ave to Monterey Blvd, only 3 downhill miles of the City Loop left, and it wasn’t even noon yet. Continue reading “Another Perfect Saturday. Showing Up”
Tag tango
The Teacher
DOT is a great teacher.
I danced with him first in Oakland, just over a year ago. Was nearly run over. I had been on a lookout for a tango teacher. Right there, in one tanda, he challenged me so clearly and to the point that I asked him to take me as a student next time I saw him.
During my first lesson, we danced a little bit; he had me do solo work. Walk and ochos weren’t terrible. Boleos were, not surprisingly. We started working on standing my ground. On the side step first, the right side easier than the left. He gave me homework. Continue reading “The Teacher”
Opening up through words, letters, and whatever else comes up
I like words and the worlds they create. I grew up hiding there, behind books with words in them. At home, to be good was to be quiet.
I like handwritten letters. I remember writing them since I was about 7 years old. Writing home from grandma’s or the camp in the summer. Writing to the best friends who left, one after another. Writing home and to the best friends after I’ve left. Continue reading “Opening up through words, letters, and whatever else comes up”
Note to Self
Offer love, trade in time
Say yes, accept yes only
Be the earth, be the fire, be the water
Be the magic
Close the door, shift the doorway
Close the accounts before travel
Then dance
Red-headed Geminis
(Found within 26 May 2014)
Baby Tom and his twin were born on June *, 197*, in California.
When the twins were almost two and in Alaska, where they would grow up, Continue reading “Red-headed Geminis”
Love letters understated 