|I don't speak Gaelic, but the Underscore goes on in Ireland|
|Monroe's Tavern Gave Me A Wee Private Space THANKS!|
|On the other side of the wall: beer drinkers having a good time|
|First I faced East|
Since it was rainy, cold, windy, I looked for a place: cathedral, city theater, art center, yoga center; and finally Monroe’s Tavern let me use the private party room they had on the side. What a perfect place—a pub for dancing in Ireland!
|Les, the witness, with Marilyn Monroe|
· TIME: It was my first 2½-hour solo and I felt clearly the Underscore and how much it makes sense--even alone.
· PEOPLE: I was aware of the bartenders in the next room and wondered if suddenly they came in, if I could avoid shocking them by being in some strange place/position. I didn’t want to be kicked out. Also, sweetie Les was a witness/sleeper/recorder in the room.
|Dancing in the Pub|
· ENERGY: More than ever, I became more aware of the ebb and flow of activity. A very quiet and listening chunk of time followed and preceded a surge of activity. Always something comes—improvisation is a miracle of faith. Part of what we learn is that we sometimes have to wait long enough to find out that the miracle comes every time.
· DISCOVERY: I explored my “furniture” partners, and thought that maybe peoples’ habits ARE form; like a stool who can’t tip over one leg without extra force—tipping between the legs requires less energy.
· SPACE: In this place I felt quiet and sneaky; out there were beer drinkers exploding in joyous outbursts.
|Ending small dance in the rain on the way home|