From my journal for November 27, 1995
At least the dancing yesterday was good. Just as I was leaving Dana told me that Christie had called and said the school said we weren’t allowed to use candles. My heart went down to my feet. How can we have the sense of the sacred without fire at the center? Especially in this dark season, when so many are having a hard time. Daria suggested an oil lamp which was a great idea. I nabbed the one from my desk, and two strings of Christmas lights so we wouldn’t have to turn on the big lights in the gym. It turned out to be quite magical, just the right atmosphere for dancing. Lucy came with her baby Luke and said she’d had a dream about me, in which she had been feeling overwhelmed by things she thought she had to do and I supported her when she decided she didn’t have to. We had about ten people for a while, and then a bunch of them left leaving six of us to finish with Kore and Dudulas, which I actually liked, it was the quiet ones who were left.
I came back after cuing New Moon Bride to hear someone saying “Change is in the air.” I said something about how the Sun was moving from Scorpio into Sagittarius, and we were moving from the stuckness of fixed water to the more expansive energy of Sagittarius. We danced New Moon Bride and as our circle began to integrate the arm motions, I had a sudden sense of other groups doing the same dance and finding their version of the arms, and I felt that same deep excitement that I felt the first time I taught it. I ran to turn off the tape and came back to hear Karen talking about how all the old family stuff was being dismantled and scattered, and I said yes, this was also an image of the shift from Scorpio to Sagittarius. So I wanted to do Kak Pri Balkye because of the image of the big central circle dissolving into the outer circles. The music that was ready to hand was the more intense one so that’s what we danced it to. I told them that I was getting tired of the difficulty of using the school, and that I hoped that in two weeks we could dance at Neskaya. I warned them that it would be dirty, and the floor is hard, so it would be like dancing in a cave. They thought that sounded fine.