I did some runework last night, and left the runes I drew out on the coffee table for further contemplation and gestation of thought. This morning as I was in the kitchen packing my lunch, the kitten came in, batting around one of the rune discs and trilling in delight. I picked up the rune she was playing with: Wunjo. Joy. Of course ( Read more... )

I went to the first of two workshops with master Ivorian dancer Samba Diallo last night (tonight I'll go back for another beating exhilarating learning experience.) I'd taken his two workshops last fall, so I had an idea what to expect with regard to his teaching style and physical intensity; additionally, I'm about 20 pounds lighter and have been ( Read more... )

I had enough energy to go to African dance class last night. It was definitely needed-- moving and jumping and sweating and stomping and singing and rattling the ick out of my lungs and head. I wasn't the only sick one, it seemed, as quite a few of the other students were coughing and sniffling as well, and Harmony had a bit of a cold in addition ( Read more... )

Last night, I went to my first workshop in West African dance, with master Ivorian dancer Samba Diallo. In my sporadic study of West African dance, Harmony's been my only teacher, so this was not only my first workshop, but also my first time learning Ivorian dance from an Ivorian, and my first time learning it from a male instructor.


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Went to the farmer's market this morning, even though it is cold and wet and nasty outside. There weren't very many vendors there, which was to be expected-- the cold snap has ruined a lot of farmers' budding fruit crops, which breaks my heart ( Read more... )