“And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music.”
- Friedrich Nietzsche
When souls meet through the language of dance moments of blissful understanding can unfold.
Kahlil and I hadn’t seen each other in nearly 10yrs. Having never been to Berlin before I was grateful to connect with a familiar face. He showed graciousness and shared his home, allowing me to explore the city over a few days before heading back to the north of the country where I’d been staying.
Many of us dancers can’t help it, the opportunity to engage in a physical conversation with each other is like returning home. I grabbed the chance to “dialogue” on our walk in the park. We created this improvography (a concept with mostly improvised movements). We danced in silence that day - to the beat of our hearts.
Improvising with another requires a great deal of deep listening, a willingness to sense the subtleties and respond in kind. For me when that happens a soothing sense that all is well floods my brain. It’s like the gentlest of hugs. Dance will always be my mother tongue.
Song: "Holy One" by GK