18 September 2018

The rocks are not what they seem

Writing from the East Coast train home from Aberdeenshire, the smooth, crescent-shaped rocks in the bay before Inverkeithing turned out to be seals, curled like quaichs on the foreshore. The slightly dreich misty weather is a joy for bird-spotting on this journey, as many creatures are sitting on the shore, or on old bridge pilings across the Tay, perhaps awaiting clearer skies or a turn of the tide, before heading out to sea.
Thanks to all who came to the workshops and 121s this weekend, it was a lovely start to the school year, and has inspired me to offer some new classes down south too, finally. We covered great postures in Sword and Sabre, as well as power and sensitivity in the forms and partner work. The questions regarding applications led to some good work by all. Thanks to Marie for bringing the 'Softness is compression' quote from Christian's blog so that we could look at that in detail through practice: pushing, receiving, rooting and returning via uprooting from our hips. Dance details were good too, slowing down and really noticing where we get ahead of our partner. Please share all the goodies with the few folks who were away for family celebrations and DIY... Next month it's Mark's October workshop. I look forward to seeing you all there. OK, back to gazing out the window...

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