Now that my hut has burned down,
I have a better view of the moon.
I spent yesterday in Boston working with Ingrid Schatz and DeAnna Pellecchia, the co-directors of Kairos Dance, and their lovely dancers. They had invited me to come in to coach and critique some new choreography that they are doing during a residency at the Boston Center of the Arts. They gave me carte blanche. I had a blast. The dancers are wonderful, young students at Boston University – vibrant, receptive, eager, hard-working. I got to play in the garden of the angels. Movement, image, music – my favorite foods.
At the same time that was happening, I was dealing with some very difficult news at home. Not exactly life or death, but close. This morning as I sat outside Ingrid’s Cambridge apartment on her bright orange Adirondack chair talking to Pam, I looked up and saw this Masahide poem taped to her window, facing out to the street. Perfect, I thought. I am looking at the ashes, when I should be seeking a view of the moon beyond.