On days like today, I look at this picture. I keep a copy of it in my wallet because it never fails to make me laugh when I'm having a rough day.
Caption: Out-of-shape college student overexerts himself at the gym. Upon arriving home, he immediately crawls under his desk to plug in his computer. For unknown reasons, this task was so urgent that he didn't even have time to take off his backpack. Unfortunately, he fell asleep with narcoleptic speed before he could reach the outlet.
Saturday, February 21, 2009
The moment I set foot in the Dance Complex, it felt familiar. As I climbed the stairs to studio 6, I felt like 12-year-old Jen on her way to ballet class with Ms. Lafonde. I suddenly wished I was wearing a leotard, leg warmers and ballet shoes.
But the dance workshop I was headed to didn't require any particular type of clothing. It didn't even require rhythm. I was going to dharma jam, a meditative, creative movement class. I had no idea what to expect, and I was beginning to feel apprehensive when only four of us showed up.
The theme of this class was interdependence. We were to imagine ourselves as being leaves on a tree and allow our movements to be influenced by both the music and each other. It was like no other improvisational class I've been to. There was no structure; no judgment. We simply moved as we felt.
By the end, my energy had been completely transformed. My feelings of stress, anger and apprehension were swiftly converted into calmness, happiness and acceptance.
But I was also excited to have found the Dance Complex, a hidden gem that I had walked past without noticing countless times. I can't wait to take some ballet, contemporary and maybe even African dance classes! For all those who want to get their groove on, check out www.dancecomplex.org.
Posted by Jen Woods at 8:00 PM