What comes immediately to my mind when thinking of today’s rehearsal is the pleasure of fatigue (Note: this was written on Wednesday 21st). After three weeks without dancing, the physical movement of the barre that Meg gave, which felt unusually difficult to perform, just felt good. The sweat, the heat coming from my body, at some point so unbearable that I had to splash cold water on my face to cool down—something I very rarely do—felt so good.
But there was also the pleasure of finding the choreography, as an old friend I had not seen in a while. And the corresponding pleasure of finding old friends in the choreography, as when I grabbed Aren’s hand in the “fives” and remembered “Ah, that’s what it feels like to find you here!”
In the same way as Meg found herself comfortably teaching a Cunningham technique class again, maybe to her own surprise, I felt comfortable coming back to class and rehearsal, notwithstanding and maybe also in virtue of the physical fatigue.