A dance choreography made me cry.
Most of it was the dancer rolling around, very much acting out the feeling of when you're away from someone you love. They started out dragging themselves across the floor, air scrolling on their air smart phone, rolling around as if in bed in agony, waiting to see someone again, singularly focused on missing them. Until the song describes how they feel when they're with their person, and he rises up from imaginary floor bed and starts dancing a little, demonstrating how it feels, and the dancing gets bigger and more flowy and free and joyful as he recalls the way it feels to him. It was beautiful. Like just remembering his lover made him get out of bed and before he knew it he was dancing again, all on his own... And probably the dancer chose the song for a specific person, and well it's kind of sweet, okay.
This is the second time a choreography has made me cry. The first time it was a poem that was danced to by my dance teacher. It struck a chord. God that woman is amazing. I have so much respect for her, because besides being a legendary dancer, she showed me so much compassion during a hard time. She was so understanding and wrote me a long thoughtful letter, the most kind letter I've ever received. She is gold. She's been a beacon of light in covid times too. She's someone who is doing it right, all around.
I like seeing a story acted out using the whole body. It's vulnerable, to express physically. It requires physical skill and emotional skill. Connecting emotion to the physical seems like a good idea for someone like me who freezes under stress and who can get stuck in her own head, forgetting i have a body while my imagination goes on tour. i want dance therapy. somatic therapy? i could probably start by getting off my ass and doing yoga right now...
7:11 p.m. - 2022-01-18