enjoyed dancing and crewing in St Nicks with you guys again last night, its been forever
meant to say that its miraculous, and a joy, to dance in such an ancient, sacred, sombre space
this snap, crew christmas bash end of 2015, came up when searching for the group again, made me chortle
only ginny and nathan really still involved
time passing, how long have we been blessed to dance in the church, 15 years?
but a blip, when you look at some of the plaques in the bell tower, 1667
else the beautifully carved font, lugged from lewes priory, sometime after its fall, nearly 1000 years old
was waffling to somebody after about the quirks of crewing
you get to throw open and later shut the doors of the church, all massive bolts, chunky church keys and ancient creaking wood,
powerfully evokes the old, old notion of church as sanctuary
else when everyone has gone, the lights all turned out, stand in the middle of the nave, midst the silence, and utter a long resonant Ommmmmmm
sweet! good see some faces of dancers of yore popping up xxx
always think to bin facebook, but then i’d miss things like that
energy comes into the universe, stays for a while, then passes
obvious, yes, but feeling that strongly this morning, cusp of the solstice as the drab dismal rain buckets down
listening to benjamin zephenaiahs autobiography… he has such a lush distinctive voice
anyway, as a sentimental cancerian, sometimes when i’m dancing its with the cheerful ‘ghosts’ of yesterday, ‘aww do you remember when?!’
more often its flailing around in the exuberance of the moment… and ha, even sometimes there is space to be excruciatingly bored… ‘different song, different me, please!’
that’s part of the beauty of life, blip in a blink and it’s gone, but also, these endless strung out moments
seasons turn, the dance moves on… wish you happiness wherever you find yourself
energy comes into the universe, stays for a while, then passes