Dream work today. A voiceover (woop!). In a hangar near Manor House. In a Yorkshire accent. Dreams never play out like I expected them to, but they're dreams nevertheless and I am grateful like you wouldn't believe to get the chance to live them. Maybe that's the thing - live them whether they're that or not. Some bits will be 'worse' - as in not what you expected in a way you don't like as much as the fantasy - and some of them will be full of things you never even thought could happen. That was followed by a workshop in Cambridge - language learning and improv - a delight in that it was a genuine experiment, and it was a pleasure to get to play, with and for such lovely people. Thank you for allowing me to.
Speaking of playing: oh, clown, clown, clown! I am LOVING the clown class I'm doing. It's been too long since I played for the pure joy of it and this class - and yesterday in particular - provides just such an opportunity. And a dance. I have been yearning to go tonight (and had I seen a text from fine Viv G a little earlier, I'd have hauled my tired arse over there for an invigorating shimmy). Yesterday, my yearnings were fulfilled in better than everness, with clown dance game.
See, at Five Rhythms, I do my absolute best to be as ungainly as possible, if that's the mood that takes me. Admittedly, that's probably one step easier than feeling totally free dancing all sexy, but that's part of the play in 5 Rhythms - follow the impulse that comes and if it's hard to follow it, follow it bigger, or follow it being difficult to do. That was the game last night, too. Follow the impulse, keeping it in awareness, and really play. I adored it, from bum-wiggly start, to pile-of-people finish. It was glorious. And all this to demonstrate that the point of clowning is the pleasure to play. And what pleasure there was to be had. Next week, we get to bring costume (including some fake teeth). Wooooooo! I must do everything I possibly can to be there!
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