Tangodurians

Brilliant lessons on connections last friday and volcadas yesterday. Got home after the Shanghai flight and dashed across to carne y vino to take the lesson. Hopefully can now do it without breaking my back. They made it seem so simple! In other news, way better balanced now, toes hurt less, weight is probably distributed between toward the middle rather than the inner side. Beautiful stuff!

A long long time ago, someone once said to me "she's like a feather". Last night someone told me I'd gotten lighter. As in, dancing. Grounding yourself makes you lighter, how paradoxical :)

Converted my 2 workshop sessions into a private with Catarina and Gustavo. Also destroyed more of the Central Market Annexe flooring in the process. Oops. Privates are amazing-total focus on you, spotlight on you, also spotlight on just about every flaw you have much like pimples on bad skin. eeps. The first thing that I had to adjust was the embrace. Now, thinking back to the various ways that I've been taught about embraces, I will recall two people instrumental to the beginnings of 'what to do with your left hand'-Jacob and Dennis. MTango open embrace taught us to place the hand on the person's bicep. When faced with Jacob-I remember him telling me to put it in a position that was most comfortable for me, Dennis said that my open embrace as it was, was good too. Being a beginner then, the challenging thing was and still is to some degree, to figure out  how to adapt an embrace to the person depending on height and stature. Then came the Polish guy whom I had ...

Split Cheongsams, Gossip times and of course, Tango :). Funny to think a year+ ago I sat in the same place not knowing anyone, reminiscing as I cast an eye over the landscape of the city that I had finally returned to, and now, was back to the warm embrace of friends and familiarity. What to say, slowly but surely feeling less challenged and more and more the need of a good, solid, embrace. I miss you. I miss moving as one, I miss you challenging me, I miss goddamn, miss. I miss the safety I feel when I was with you. And sometimes I wonder when I'm going to wake up from this dream and I realize that it isn't a dream, and that this, is now. Reality. So desperate to hear you say that you'd want to go with me, to somewhere, find a meeting ground on a dance floor somewhere in this world, because I've had enough of giving. But you don't care, not even a little.

"I am discovering what it feels like to dance with someone you are in love with.  Pixie is not the best dancer in town, but I would rather dance with him right now than with anyone else. His body in my arms feels familiar to me in a way that seems to send warm currents right through me. “I dance with you mainly because I just want to hold you,” he confesses to me. “Is that bad?” he asks. How can it be bad? Surely it is what tango was made for."~ Tangoaddiction Holy crap, this sums it up.

What is my style? Or better yet, if I could combine the styles of all the dancers I love watching much like they construct the features of all the gorgeous celebrities (i.e. Halle berry's body, Jlo's butt, Angelina Jolie's lips etc.) which often come out uglier...hmm, maybe the saying that suits this is that the whole is greater than the sum of its parts...or you can't just construct people without their quirks and flaws without it looking...unnerving. Anyway, give me...Rojas adornments, Silvina's confidence, Ariadna's boleos. ooh, what a combo.. What IS my style? I have to stop striking the floor like I'm tap dancing, I have to stop anticipating, I have to let my leg go freer-and yet also be ready to not sprain my ankle at the next step, I need to stop fighting, I need to find a good weight balance for my right hand, I need to not hang on the left (omg stupid-ever since the May Madness been so self conscious about weighing it down..goddamnit). ARGH

Tango acts as an internal world, a tiny circle as such, of people connected worldwide. No less the pinnacle of the pyramid, the 'big' names of Tango, Zotto, Naveira, Rojas etc. It's the sentiment of, omg, did you dance with so-and-so, the airkissing and networking that occurs at SUCH a airy level especially in Asia which is hard to break into. At least the circles have larger radius' in other countries. You hear of a name even before you see the dance, but each have their own styles and guess what, it's the person who just asked you to dance, whoes name you didn't quite catch (or with short term memory loss like me-has forgotten) which will leave you begging for more. =)