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The Magic of Tango
Tango is like no other partner dance for many reasons, two of which are its ready punctuation by silence and pauses. So much happens in the stillness, that the movement becomes a segue to the next silent pause with our partners. Tango is a dance done with with no words but full of dialogue and conversation between two bodies, mainly the torsos, but also wherever there is contact—between the palms, arms, backs, face, head. It is rich. It can be dense as a chocolate truffle and light as puff pastry. It can be ground deeply into the earth and so airy it’s not there. Tango is creative conflict with peaceful resolution—or revolutions. It channels the most naked meaning of the human condition—the urge to connect and be intimate with ourselves and other—like no other dance on this planet.
Rock & Wood Art of Sierra Nevada
It’s catnip for the muse of a writer to get lost in this level of life, sans mots. An artist acquaintance introduced me to wabi sabi (see below) and it inspired me to see with new eyes. Every writer needs new eyes, oh say once a year. My annual trip to the magnificent Sierra Nevada Mountain Range always renews me from the inside out.
TANGO ON THE MOUNTAIN!
Dust off your hiking boots and line them up next to your tango shoes. TANGO ON THE MOUNTAIN is an overnight milonga in a stunning natural setting, Saturday, November 19, at the 100+ year old West Point Inn on Mount Tamalpais in Mill Valley, Calif.
Transformation Tango Workshop
Tango Transformation – indepth instruction on the embrace and walking as we explore tango from the inside out
Tango at Tassajara Zen Mountain Center
I was so pleased and honored to be able to teach a class of tango to a small group or resident monks at Tassajara Zen Mountain Center near Big Sur.
Milonga Heaven with Oscar Casas
Dharma Dispatch from New Jersey Shore
After all, Divine Inspiration, which we say is where the Bible came from, is merely, the brilliant child of Divine Discontent.
Tango on the Hudson
found this Tango Moon Dance. The orchestra, Octavio Brunetti’s, was wonderful. The dancing was not on a par with that of San Francisco—or even New Orleans—whence I just came. But dancing on the Hudson and the al fresco venue made up for that. That’s my good friend, Marcela Caserio, in shades. She is a chapter called “Sundays in San Telmo” in my book, Tango, an Argentine Love Story. And the other friend is Julia from the Queens. She’s in that chapter, too. Under the cover of night, I danced with Julia’s friend, Michael, formerly of Staten Island, now from Central Park West.