JOBURG SANS DANCE

TIME AND PLACE

Old person's selfie. Old person’s selfie.

Back in South Africa. We arrived around 10pm last night but given Sunday evening airport staffing didn’t get to Thulani Lodge until nearly midnight. It’s the end of winter here and from my bedroom window the grounds I usually think of as pretty lush and green have that early spring slightly bedraggled look.

It feels so strange to be here without dance, dance friends, dance performances to anticipate. The last time I was here, fall 2012, I saw some of the best dance pieces of my presenting career, all my favorite friends were here and I became ill and depressed and knew it was the appropriate end of ‘dance time’ for me. It was, needless to say, the oddest of Joburg sojourns in many ways because I knew the loveliest passage of my life was over—by my choice—at the right time—never to be revisited. Sad happy relieved…

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About mneset

Writer, Traveler, Director/North Fourth Art Center

Posted on September 22, 2014, in Living LIFE. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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