Day 14: Fighty Flow

I had a bit of an epiphany today in the car. At a red light, I wrote it on my hand. I was on my way to dance in Bristol (Natural Dance with the fabulous Leigh Tolson).  I sweated the writing right off my hand. It will come back. Or not. 


And the dance. Oh, the dance! I was greeted by Kath Jones and Ruth Blake, who danced me inside in unison. It was delightful. I wore my black 1920s tassel dress this evening, so I was swinging and bouncing and loving every second of it most of the night. 

Not quite that fighty. Also, I'm female

I had a proper fighty, physical dance with someone (I'd never spoken to him). It was really, really good. He was strong and so am I, and we danced and played with force and resistance and it felt sublime, refreshing and exhilarating. I still haven't spoken to him. 

I shared lots of dances tonight, most of them quite tender and playful. I've been absent from the class for three weeks missed it so much. Dancing with people is such nourishment for me and feels very easy at Leigh's. I missed the pure physicality of the dance and the immense DJing and killer space-holding that Leigh waps out every single time. 

I'm glowing, knackered and wide-eyed. But I wasn't going to miss another blog post.