Sanford and I went to our first International Folk Dance on Friday. I have wanted to go for years but always found some reason to hesitate. I always though I would enjoy it but Sanford wouldn't. I was wrong. Sanford liked it. I loved it. We will go again. The following poem expresses better than I can the essence of folk dancing. My wish for all is that we may all learn to dance. For an idea of what folk dancing is visit the Mori Shej and Jacob's Ladder video.
Music I ache to hear sometimes, a music very strange from what the radio plays: not of bouncy cheer, but rather Joy, not angry thrust, but melancholies in minor, full of ancient achings seeping from the ground, and rising to the sky. A music of no person, but of people. A music beyond the pleasures and pains of any one life, that sing of the cycles which require centuries. A music not of answers but of awe, not just of love nor only of youth, but Life entire, not but of she and he, but everyone, not simply Now, but of Always. I need music of the dark and Light both, a music with abandon coming down from when the world was wilder, music that gives all, yet yearns to say more than maybe music can. by GORDON YASWEN