Category: Gaga Diary

I’ve not gotten lighter, and the earth’s gravity has not changed, yet somehow, my body has figured out a better way to get up.

I don’t know why I think touching the floor is shameful. Even Mikhail Baryshnikov has to touch the floor, albeit after eleven pirouettes.

I feel something release down the entire right side of my body. Energy starts to flow. I wonder if the teacher sees the expression on my face.

How can these two completely different sensations occur in the same body?

These classes are dialing up the sensitivity of my body’s antenna, extending it far into the space-time continuum.

Nothing about the teacher today screams “dancer.” Medium build. Well-kept beard. But when he starts moving, I’m mesmerized.

The word choice is interesting, “flesh,” not “muscle”. Muscling movement not good? It’s how I’ve moved my entire life.

For the first time, I feel my left arm move in relation to my right, and vice versa. I am floating!

The music is chill and we begin by floating, sensing the lightness in our bodies and limbs.

Our cue is to stay available. So at any moment, we can snap into movement.

I love this language. It’s evocative. Playful. It engages the imagination. Yet, it’s precise.

I have no desire to become a dancer, yet there’s something here for me.