Knowing Love

Today, visiting my umpteenth Kyoto temple ( this time, Shoren-in )I thought how each time I reconnect with the places, things and people I love here, it’s like meeting an old friend after a long absence.  You can’t explain its satisfaction and happiness, but you sure know it and feel it.

The delicate maple leaves in the temple gardens  are certainly familiar as is the smile on a loved one’s face or the twinkle in their eye. The junction of wall and roofing always pleases too, not to mention the koi in the ponds, the stones, the quiet, the moss, the flowers, the mysteries hidden in the darkened sanctuaries.  How wonderful to be reunited!

 

People often ask me, how many times have you come here?  I truly don’t know, I stopped counting years ago.  It’s irrelevant anyway.  There’s always a First Time feeling to each visit.  I revere the integration of Nature in daily life.  The physical buildings of temples, generally hundreds of years old, are such a part of each temple landscape, looking as if they might have emerged from the earth itself. The carefully constructed gardens are often sublime.  It’s easy to feel a part of them as they have become a part of me.  As loved ones influence and mark our lives, so does this place for me.

 

 

What a Powerful Month!

our line up
our gang: L to R: Kate Weare, Larry Keigwin, Aszure Barton, Doug Varone, me, Mark Dendy, Brian Brooks, Doug Elkins

September ushered in a whirlwind month for me and what a month it’s been!
I’m still shaking the star dust out of my hair and enjoying the afterglow of what was for me, the perfect culminating 10th Anniversary residency for DANCEworks. It celebrated DANCEWork’s decade of devotion to adding to the creation of new modern/contemporary dance in the USA.

The smiles and good will generated by all the performances were powerful. It felt like a perfect antidote to the recent display of nastiness in our culture, that we’ve all become too familiar with. Ah, the power of art to bring people together. I experienced an elusive mystical moment of oneness, when the power of dance displayed the human condition so well, that audience and performers merged together in spirit.

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Jason Cianciulli, representing Shannon Gillen, COLORVISION
William Brisco,representing Aszure Barton, Awáa
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Brian Brooks, I’m Going to Explode

I realized in the process that a large part of the thrill of it all is about being able to share my passion for dance with others. I think that’s what moves he choreographers as well. While sitting in the audience, I feel very much in tune with them, yet somewhat apart. There’s an energy released at the conclusion of each performance,if the audience has been moved by what they’ve experienced, that is elevating. No other way to describe it. Fucking thrilling. The joy on the faces of the dancers at the conclusion of a satisfying performance is no less elevating. ” We’re in this together,” their smiles say to me. ” So thrilled you got it.”

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Doug Elkins dancers performing their new work, Kintsugi
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Doug Elkins, 2018 Choreographer in Residence

You never can be sure during the planning stage of a big event that you’re getting the details right and that your instincts are correct.There are no guarantees in this world. I guess that’s part of the excitement. Unlike turning on the tv to watch something pre-recorded, you know you’re in an amphitheatre where anything can happen. There are no second takes or opportunities to do over. That is part of the excitement and what gives a successful live performance an added kick.

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Doug Varone, Nocturne
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Mark Dendy, Rumsfeld, from Elvis Everywhere
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Larry Keigwin, Ballad #1
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Adam Barruch, The Worst Pies in London from Sweeney Todd
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Nicole Diaz, dancer for Kate Weare, Praise

As the choreographers began to arrive on performance week, I felt an enormous sense of gratitude for their commitment to travel hundreds and often thousands of miles to join our celebration. I said on stage that if I’d died then and there I would have died happy.

That was not an understatement, but it might have ruined the party.

 

 

  • photos by David Bazemore

A DAY FOR LOVE

wedding day

Throughout the centuries, great minds have tangled with the meaning of LOVE.  It’s a big mysterious word, yet one that is used frequently and casually in our culture.  Although we all speak of love frequently,  we don’t have many opportunities to immerse ourselves in its radiant glow.

On a basic level if we are lucky, we learn to:  Love our parents, love food, love God, love the sunrise, love Thanksgiving, love our child, love our dog, love the full moon, love a restaurant, love to travel, love to dance, love a movie, love the color green, love a sibling, love our Manolo Blahniks, love yoga, love San Francisco, love the sunrise, love flowers, trees, the ocean, and the Sierras. You get the idea.  We get some bang for the buck from each of these relationships, but can take many of them for granted.

I only want to comment about being in the presence of a universal ritual devoted to love, called a wedding.  It caused me to pay attention to LOVE in a way I don’t often get to do.

We had a small wedding at our home recently.  It was not for a close family member, but for a friend.  It was a privilege to be present and to witness the love that surrounded those present and the spaces we shared.

It goes without saying the bride was beautiful.  The groom was dashing.  The day was spectacular.  The setting intimate and personal.

But, what I will remember most and what permeated everything was the spoken and unspoken celebration of love.

I was aware that this ancient tradition is the highest expression of our humanity.  Before me stood  a young couple, deeply in love, vowing to be there for each other. Their parents, relatives and close friends heard their vows and surrounded them with their own love for each.

I was aware of what a brief moment in time we were sharing together in this fragile world and fragile life.  A sacred moment of beauty, intimacy and hope.

It was a time that seemed blessed, no matter its length.  It was a time of smiles, laughter and tears.  It spoke of the importance of family, continuity and friendship.  Most of all, it was a glorious day for LOVE.

We are born of love; love is our mother.  Rumi