Yes!
A good rehearsal. I smile as I make
notes, shifting the old-style cold pack to reduce the bruising where I
fell on the bars earlier.
This is dancing within a
framework. Some will call it dancing within a cage, and while that's not
entirely unintentional it's mostly dancing in the graph-lines. Moving
through time and charting the choices on the old axes of group and self,
duty and freedom.
The maths of movement as we dock
safely in each other's arms and then spring forth. Impulse; moment;
trajectory. The strong and weak forces of attraction and repulsion.
Kerem
and Auntie Gytha have been bringing Maia and Maako in to watch the
rehearsals. It's important that they see, even if they don't yet
understand. Maia's doing her first dance classes: part running around
pretending to be spaceships, and part learning her first elemental
movements and exercises just like the big dancers. Auntie Gytha's been
doing the rounds of the teachers while she's in the city, and even
teaching some classes herself. It's good to see.
Wind-form. Wave-forms. The subtle difference between parabolic and catenary.
We
light the axes of the arena red and blue. Our pale costumes take the
colour of the light as we plot our courses, branching even from our
origins, and spreading widely from our marking times.
Fire in my left hand, water in my right, as I speed into the void.
Some
patterns repeat over the generations. Some alter. Some remain
unfinished as data sequences end abruptly. We look forward, and back. We
reach for things we cannot hold. We dance branched formulae of public
lives and private longings, even as we claim that among our people
they're the same.
This could be done in space. I've
been dreaming of the dance re-imagined for the void, but I haven't yet
found how to dance hope, or regret, or longing, from inside a hull in
ways that people who've not been pilots would understand. And all of
those are in the dance.
Erendati, I am not your
vessel to fill any longer, but I will think, and shape, and remember,
and work, and kindle the sense of you within me.
Personal Diary 23.2.115
10 years ago