If you had special glasses you would see that as the dancers weave across the floor their souls entwine like vapor trails in the rafters. It makes a kind of spiritual soup with all of the burdens and joys in the dancers’ hearts intermingling like flavors: strong, sweet, and bitter. Whether it’s compost, the river bottom, or plasma in the center of the sun, something in the universe knows that soup is good.
Here’s what I found at Spring Dance Romance at Camp Sertoma this year. I invite you to share your thoughts and memories.
Thank you so much for this Tyler! I reposted it on my facebook. I’m in Hawaii and got to go to two nights of George Marshall’s dance week here on Big Island recently, but it cannot compare with SDR!
I just discovered this, Tyler. Brought tears to my eyes now that Sertoma is closed and we’ll probably never dance there again.
Thanks for preserving a slice of it.
I know, Bree. The timing of this video was uncanny. I’m so terribly sad to see our beloved camp go.