Sharing

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Last night we had the Sharing.
¨At Sunset¨
A lecture demonstration
with bits of Dominicanish, some of Comrade,
Bliss ain´t playing, research findings & reading,
humming/singing with Praveen on guitar.
And a rich dialogue led by Ram and Malika
(Bangalore´s coolest theatre artists) and the audience.
The dialogue possibility lingers.
A lot to listen to.

Mia came. I was sooo happy to see that little one.
My favorite singer-screamer-dancer-smiler.
But since her performance is well known to her parents,
she was entertained outside the working space.
Do you think she blinked for this?
No.
That is why she is teaching me more about the Present.

All went wrong.
All went right.
Performance Autology at hand.
That tradition of being present…no matter what.
So like the old t-shirt says… No problem.
Jasmine flowers and candles on the stage.
This Altar items clear away any unseen gremlin.
Glad for PA!
Glad for the open hearts and minds of many.
Grateful for the possibility of this dialogue.
Kirtana you are a Sunday!
Thank you.
Loved the tiny lights all around the campus.
And the rose tea…and jasmine.
Like coming out from the pages of Comrade Bliss.
The Canadian International School game flowers…
And a beautiful garland that now paint my flat with
Exquisite aroma.

As always…I am curious to know what is the image or phrase
that every person in the audience remembers from last night.
Tell me yours.

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I did not want to train.
I did anyway.
It was good.
And danced with Cuco Valoy´s Biencito Gomez-
Que no me empuje-que se hace el muerto-
maldita cola-Pa´gozar contigo-Eso no hay que preguntarlo.
Dancing mainly with the Jessica-Esther step and them
the usual JB hip moves (20 years younger).
Laughed and felt quite accompanied.
Coconut oil massage followed.
Na´.
To´.

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JB in Big Bang.
Yeah
heading to St. Marks Road now.