what Karen Faith said.

As I walked down the stairs to re-enter the world, your harmonies made themselves at home in my chest, humming open the back door of my heart. Bryan thank you for reminding me that the moon is a finite thing, that locomoting in mayurasana, like most magic, is yes insane but not impossible. Aurora, thank you for opening the vortex, for being its ambassador, for going where I could not go, for traveling into the great beyond and distilling its essence. Sara, thank you for dirt. Thank you for your brave hands, the diligence of your courage, how patient and willing your body is to accept what will come. You caught fire a few times. I saw a spark shoot up the middle of you, your limbs snapping sharply with the charge of it. It is hard to be so patient. It is hard to be so willing. Please tell Mr Universe I say thank you for the bass, for the dance and song. Tell him we knew about him that he was a warlock and it scared us. We watched him, feeling his power, wondering how he might conquer us. Thank him for his mercy, for giving us small, chewable bites, for refraining from destroying us too soon.

I cant believe its almost here.

I thought it as I rode up to Links today. I saw the man with the ponytail mustache riding the opposite way, as he did every Wednesday. Our lives crossed within this minute detail of the noticing. And today, again wondering if I would see him, and I did, and he nodded his head to me in recognition. Or so I like to think. I don’t know if I will ever see him again.

How many times will you watch the full moon rise?

The few regular tai chi practitioners follow our rehearsal times on Wednesdays. We are always still clearing out when they arrive. Our belongings strewn about, half dressed and gleeful. I finally met Clarice today, after she learned it was our last slated rehearsal. She expressed a real sense of disappointment, that we weren’t going to be there anymore. And we feel sense these things, and we know it is real.

It all seems limitless.

 

Thank you!

WE REACHED OUR GOAL!  We have even exceeded it (which is brilliant b/c taxes and processing fees were not included in our original estimate) We have learned, and we are getting psyched for the show to come. Thank you to everyone who donated so far! We will let you know when the monies are dispersed…special shout outs to our parents, the big backers!! ❤

Now come see it for yourselves, the Mystical Bootcamp.Purchase Tickets online here  We expect a sold out show, so get your tickets while you can!

Revised Structure

Please insert sound cues or make notes where things should be changed! obviously still some things to figure out. thanks!

BEGIN

Bryans head/torso out of sound booth. While Bryan is telling his story, A/S stir vortex? which is downstage R. they find two volunteers before the show, direct them at the beginning somehow..

200 runs. B/C/S do calisthenics. toe touch, situp, boats, push ups while Aurora tells her story. x.o.

Nationalismystic Dance Begin. Diagonal Facing Downstage R. Individually forward facing. All begin, three rounds with music.

Charlie: Round 3, at dive down, fall, lie, and go to wall, have a cigarette. Come back to do nationalismystic half time.

Bryan: Round 3,at forward block hambone to Sara’s old spot and begin new pedestrian dance in your own time.

Aurora: Round 4 you begin pedestrian dance in 4/4 time. Dive down indefinately.

Sara: Round 5, after nation lunge up, go into sight-down to transition to new pedestrian dance. After 3 rounds walk offstage. Bryan then leaves, then Charlie.

Costume Change. Sara first back….spread dirt/sprinkle water….tell story..

sparse sounds of walking in woods, wings flapping, water recordings?

Bryan in mask/horizon dances toward window, Charlie’s masked dance arcs upstage, toward windows. Aurora and Sara duet near dirt?

Charlie tells his story?

Wigman track. Wigman poses, tight cluster, Bryan tells his story, we are frozen in “mama”

Begin Healing Dance. Aurora leads meditation at the mike. Bryan and Sara duet, making noise, Charlie plays his bowls in the dirt. at 9 minutes LOUD DRONE, signals hum. Move dirt. Stand in the dirt. Smoosh while humming.

END

A Story about Transformation

One year I spent 52 hours hugging Sara

We stood with our arms around one another on street corners

at parks

by the lake

We strained and shifted, eventually

discovered breath and how to stand up straight

 

We stuck out, went unnoticed

We relocated

We were called artists and lesbians

We accumulated

smiles

scowls

skeptical glances

We embraced strangers and they embraced us

We arrived

 

Eventually

Our bodies evolved to fit together with ease

Hugging simple as breathing passed hours into seconds

And before we new it a year had passed

Before us

There was an opening