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“Dancing Off the Page” is a dance production combining text with dance…poetry, slam. For me, dancing is experienced like poetry…with the heart rather than the mind. Last night I photographed four of the numbers and thoroughly enjoyed the experience. The set is low key with no visible background…just black. The dancers are lit for great visuals…hard to photograph. Ha!

The production is directly by Professor Peggy Gaither Adams, my dear friend who let me get a sneak preview and photograph the dress rehearsal. Guest artists include choreographers Eric Stern from the popular Dr. Schaffer and Mr. Stern Dance Ensemble, Joe Goode from the Joe Goode Performance Group of San Francisco, and Nelson Hiu, composer, performer and recording artist from Hong Kong.

If you have a chance, please don’t miss it. It’s playing from April 17 – 26 at the Kennedy Theatre.

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It’s almost the end of the year. This, more than any other time, I reflect on the past year. Each year seems to whiz by faster than the previous one. There are so many things I plan to do, but file away for later. In 2012, I’d like to trash that file. If it’s important, fun, and something I love, quit saving it!

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The Summer Day
by Mary Oliver

Who made the world?
Who made the swan, and the black bear?
Who made the grasshopper?
This grasshopper, I mean—
the one who has flung herself out of the grass,
the one who is eating sugar out of my hand,
who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down—
who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes.
Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face.
Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away.
I don’t know exactly what a prayer is.
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down
into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass,
how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,
which is what I have been doing all day.
Tell me, what else should I have done?
Doesn’t everything die at last, and too soon?
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?

“The Summer Day” by Mary Oliver, from The Truro Bear and Other Adventures: Poems and Essays. © Beacon Press, 2008.

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Bhutan – Photo by Robin Scanlon 2011

 

“When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.”

— Wendell Berry

I love this poem that I found on Patty Digh’s blog. I found her through her book called “What I Wish For You.” It’s amazing!

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