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Assume Good InTensions



I had an exceptionally satisfying experience yesterday, participating in our local, monthly Berkeley Contact Improvisation Dance 'Underscore', hosted by Vitali Kononov

This is basic overview of the 'Underscore':

The score observes states that occur in the practice of Contact Improvisation and improvisational dance practices and follows the stages of arrival, development, and resolution that naturally tend to occur at Contact Improv Jams as well as other improvisational contexts, hence the name suggests the underpinnings of our practice. After the initial "circle" of verbal check-ins, the score is done without speaking until the "Harvest" time of sharing reflections of individual experience.


In our local version, we are invited, during the opening circle, to set and perhaps share our intentions for our 2.5 hour group dance exploration. And Vitali invites those who wish, after we disengage, before we verbally 'harvest', to write.

My intention for our Underscore exploration was: Assume Good Intentions

Here is my writing following our jam:

Assume Good InTensions

Reach out.
Be Met.
Let go
Let go 
Let go
Of stories, outcomes, ideas

Stay
with this exact
moment.
Now,
and now, 
and now.

Let go 
Let go
Let go
Of mind stuff; expectations, predictions.

And stay
with this moment
this moment 
this moment

Let go
of right and wrong,
good and bad.

And Stay - 
with this touch,
this touch
this touch

Be with it all-
not knowing 
where it’s going.
But knowing 
where it is
where You is
where We is

Be with Me

and Be FREE

dHG 1/12/20



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