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When my niece was in second grade, I picked her up from school one afternoon.

She got into the car and with complete innocence and that pure kid curiosity she said: “Is this what they call a bad hair day, Aunt Jo?”

There was absolutely no judgement in what she was saying. She was just understanding for the first time in her life what a “bad hair day” meant.

I was glad I could help clear that up for her.

And I didn’t care about my hair (apparently I usually don’t anyway), because that thing was emerging.
That thing that happens when I engage with creativity, art and dancing in a way that is pure kid curiosity.
That thing about tapping into something bigger than me.
That thing about swimming underneath the mundane and discovering the color, the light, the nuance and the smell of the snow.
That thing that I fight for.
That thing that I long for and stay awake for and dig into with my bare hands.
That thing that I swallow whole.

I danced on Saturday.

It was luminescent and sublime.
The dancing emerged from the colossal weight of the body in flight.
And the flying happened in the air and on the ground and against bodies against bodies against bodies.
This was said at some point during the dancing and the whirling and the spinning:

“Dance so that you can find and be found.”

I heard that and my breath slowed.
I saw a part of the world I don’t see often.
You know the part I mean:
The part where the plants come up through the cement and the animals know to make their way to higher ground when the water is coming in.

I was dancing with a good friend and we came at each other in a way that was both fierce and tender.
And then I heard this:

“If you want to be seen, you must see.”

My breathing slowed even more and I became the animal making her way to higher ground, seeing everything there was to be seen, even when my eyes were closed.

At the end of the day, I was dog-tired and exuberant.
My hair was a mess (more then usual I mean).

The evening after the workshop ended, I went out to dinner with my family.
My mom, my sister, my niece and Glen.

At the table next to us was a young family of three.
The dad was in his army uniform, the mom was young, maybe 22 years old and the baby was just a baby who wouldn’t stop crying.
Or screaming.
There was more crying. And then there was more screaming.
The mother lost her patience and pulled the baby into her, hard and yelled at her, hard.
The dad kept reaching for the baby, sort of helplessly.
The baby kept crying and screaming.

When we were about to leave, my mom pulled the waitress aside to let her know that she would like to pay for the family’s meal. She didn’t want them to know it was her, so to please be discreet about it. She asked the waitress to just let the family know that this was someone’s way of thanking the dad for his service and his bravery.

And then she paid for their dinner.
And we left.
And that was that.

That moment was that thing also.

In some weird way, that moment was connected to dancing.

It was connected to seeing underneath the surface of what was actually there.

And I think that when we see, when we really see, between the spaces and the lines and the talk and the activity,
that is when we understand how our bodies are connected to the earth.

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Author: used with permission by Tom Sundro Lewis

Editor: Ashleigh Hitchcock

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anonymous Jan 19, 2015 3:49pm

Extraordinary writing, imagery, depth of thought. What a wonderful "thing" to know, that this woman is a part of our creative community!

anonymous Jan 18, 2015 12:36pm

What a beautiful reminder of what life is and what it can be.

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Joanna Rotkin is dance maker, movement educator and entrepreneur. Her business, Joanna and the Agitators, is dedicated to upending the status quo through live dance performance, movement education, and improvisation. Her teaching is similar to her performance work in that she is not so interested in having her students make a pretty line or do it the right way. She is more interested in guiding them to find extraordinary freedom in their bodies and their dancing. Joanna received a major grant in 2014 to create the site-specific dance work, dirtland, which took place in the Racquet Ball Court at the North Boulder Recreation Center. In 2013, she was invited to present her solo work, The Great Green, at The Rogue Festival, The Midwest Rad Fest and Performática Mexico. She is a four time Encore! Award Winner at the Boulder Fringe Festival! Contact Joanna at her website or email her.