Movin' Easy Dancewear

Tapestry Dance Company members are surviving in China!

Check out the complete photo album online at http://s1128.photobucket.com/albums/m499/Soulsfeet/

Movin’ Easy is hosting a Zumba Open House, Feb 15-20th @ 404 W. 30th St. Come in to try on 20 new styles of Ballroom and Zumba shoes in exciting colors.

Feel good shoes, That move with your groove, Will help you improve,  Your Zumba, Tango, Salsa and Swinging skills!!!

RSVP to dance@movineasy.com

512-4740980

Free Sneak Preview

Open rehearsal

Chaddick Dance Theatre

Sunday Jan 9 from 1:30-3 pm

@ Ballet Austin Studio 8

501 West 3rd Street

Russian Pointe photo contest see wow http://tinyurl.com/299yexh

Still the best selection of  Pointe Shoes and the best fit at Movin’ Easy Dancewear http://www.movineasy.com

Deborah Hay, No Time to Fly, Austin 040710

Take this mind of mine, entwine it with thine, take this mind of mine, find it nowhere there, find a finer strain of place where my body can fail to entwine and finally unspent find no waiting is lent.

Finding no waiting in this darkness here, my mind can run with thee, where un-spun my heavens can run and run.  Forever approaching I ask only to listen to the unbending sound of the voice we both hear, the voice we both listen for even when there is no sound, when the voice is sproken, unbroken, spelled into the yearning.  From the spectacular spoken a song is lent to us, beauty for our mind calling out to the bent of the East, leavening us until we rise, held and rocked until my mind comes willingly to the froth and takes the step on the beat of the beat soothed by the crossing of the feet, pulsed by the rhythm of the open palm and the elbows opened to the coming step.

My mind knows no path now, protruded across with the arch of arms and snapped neck, no armed roadmap, no journey except this one, never blinded yet bright from bold steps bringing fresh inhales into my spine.  I listen to every hand that carries away hunks of my minds clutter, a structure wholly unknown.

Captains and sailors and emperors and fish hung from elbows fluttering away past carriages found on seas exhaled shores.  My mind knows its loss is lost, taken into the breath of the whale where swept hands brand the sand beneath me.  I rattle to adjust the seriousness my mind wishes to lift the frozenness of my kindness to myself.  I must grab my calf and find the most uncomfortable link to my faltering mind before I can twirl a foot not in the least waiting for the end of the fall that takes me to the sudden prophetic thump of my finger where I know no mind can survive the scratching of an unending finger.

Once my mind is returned to standing, gathered to avoid the fissures of the age, then I can sprout and spring and limp, rumple my brain through the entering of unfettered braggadocio, finding flippant offshoots that must be Lego’d together before the turning of the sea salt shores.

My mind wishes yes yearns to listen to the rising song bringing nourishment and ease only to know the cataclysmic restructuring of island and cliff comes with shift and shiss and Magellan’s passage fish.  Again my mind is called to wish until the closing of the lighting reveals an electric being that will not go away, that will be within me and my mind no matter how long I wish for the comforting song.

And my mind sighs willing to move backwards toward any crevasse that may portend my mind to its shallow end.  Holy only holy only as long as water runs, my mind runs as the river runs.  Yes my mind sweeps the sweet song along with the river rising over and under the land and rock that I call myself.  My mind is the river and my body listens and speaks asking even if it must back into this life if it may look up into the sky, scratch open any scabbed wounds, make new braids to accompany each step turning round and crossing over the world where knees may meet and hips may rub and claws may scratch and wings my swelter passing unfettered while my mind finds itself outwitted and swung, while a whetted tounge spits across a blue legged horse, hoofed across a half sided mount, rattled across an unbridled age.

Upended my mind can only listen for the edge of the journey.

Deborah Hay, No Time to Fly,040710

We have spilled into the ancient flooded valleys of our ancestors.  We must travel by boat across slow waters to carefully tended temples sitting above earthquakes that will lead us into unending journeys through fissures of the earth beneath and the glandular plasma within.

Need a refresh for SXSW.  Catch a dance class, http://www.movineasy.com/startdancing

@easystreetbents Finished out a Terratrike ride with dance moves in my living room.  I am a new rider and needed to complete my breathing and stretching using modern dance internal rotation and ballet spot turns to connect all areas of my brain with this influx of blood flow.   Don’t miss http://www.easystreetrecumbents.com

The approach that only dance can…. that only music can…   

approach is…approach…for me the perceiver I am called into your exploratory world, a world of opposites where the touchable is unseen and the seen only leads to a deeper embrace of the embraceable that opens to more openness than I can embrace.

I am asked to approach with the dancer’s hand as it enters the space of a partnered dancer.  The approach reaches proximity and enters a timeless slow motion somehow respecting the immensity of the space it is about to enter.

At this entry point, a dynamism takes over exploding both bodies into one another.  The touch pulls or propels, any movement is an extension of the connection nurtured in those few moments of the approach.

The power of the approach is overwhelming and experiencing it over and over, moment by moment, is too much metaphor for my life.  Can I approach even this next moment with a semblance of what I perceive here?

What do I see in the approach each dancer makes that awes my every sense?  Rebecca feasts on an infinite palate of savory tastes and her approach creates a garden.  Masa is so intimate with space that approach is the same as entry, flying is the same as floating, slicing the same as soothing, so that the moment of approach is a reflective mirror giving and receiving what is truly there.  Maggie’s approach is first an approach within herself that gathers vulnerability, insists, captures, and releases all in the same moment.  Chris’ approach is right here right now, bringing all of everything, catching the prize, and anticipating the surprise.   Fernando communicates a complete story with every approach, frame by frame entering and seizing the mutual dynamism of two stories breaking together.  Eric gives and Eric receives an infinite palate of emotion.

Broken open, yes I am overwhelmed.  Can I approach even the feelings within me right now?  Approach my Ginger in a new way right now?  Approach the dividing of my cells as they busy themselves millisecond by millisecond?  Approach the movement of my body and my energy as it enters this life?

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On the Holiday Road

by

Laura Bond Williams

www.balletaustin.org/newsletter/november09/holidayroad.php