trance and house and bump

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It's Trance and House and Bump.

It's one a.m. and I'm in for the night, but it was a wild wonderful cruise, striding about in the aftermath of the gale that pulled down trees and powerlines and darkened the lights on thousands of homes throughout the city this afternoon and left so many stranded in the quiet of a fundamental interruption in routine - but not the young dancers who know how to heed the Call.

I just came from Magical Thursday at the W.O.W. Hall - the once-venerable meeting tavern of the Woodmen of the World, now turned community dance floor - and, tonight, a trance floor mixed by Charlotte and a couple of other fine fellows who kept the dieveryhards moving for hours.

Andrew and PD, who mixed at the dance that was held last friday in the art gallery across the street from where I live, were there - beautiful young men who are what? 14? 18? Gaia Tribe members who glow and flow - and we talked and will talk later, a lot, when we can talk more, and I can get at the structure of the tunes that they're mixing, for they speak to me.

My friend Jake Felsenstein - 91 and celebrating with all of us - is having a book signing next month for a new book he's bringing out, and he's asked me to sing a song of my choosing with a harpist and some others for his event.

He writes about the heart and last Sunday, the heart's day, I found myself writing a tune for us in the Aeolian mode - the heart's mode - and it was rich with rhythms I didn't understand but felt in this music that Andrew and PD are doing, and so we'll talk, and I'll see if they want to mix a tune with me, this middle-aged jazz singer who's stepping out on the bridge to visit their vibrant world, and sing how there's one being that flows through us all, one self that loves through us all, one heart that lives through us all.

One kiss through two pair of lips One touch through two pair of hands One heart that speaks through us both One love that leads us to land

One dream that pulls us beyond One way that opens to all One life that lives through us both One spell we weave when it calls

One world we seed with our love One dance we dance in this hall One road we each come to know One heart that loves through us all One dream One mind One song

It's a very good life. I miss The Touch. It's too brief when it comes - so sweet, so cherished. I hold its sensation as a promise, a troth, and let it color my night as it will. Somewhat melancholy in its solitude, but so very real. I'm grateful for the friends who know how to hold me, and help me to feel. I'm so glad that I can still truly feel.

pacem,

cynthia

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Peace
Love
Unity
Respect


Peace
Love
Unity
Respect


Peace
Love
Unity
Respect


Peace
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-- Anonymous, February 08, 2002


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