Monday night, I got a little urge in my step to dance. This often happens, but I usually resist it if I’m busy or if it’ll unfocus whatever I’m working on. Monday night, I gave in, just before bed and threw on Jove In Pity, East Village Opera Company (where the title of my blog comes from) and just went for it.
A lovely mix of belly dance move and just theatrical movement was the result. I got really into it, and pushed myself into backbend that was just a little too deep.
I did manage to recover enough so that I didn’t fall over on my head, but only just. I don’t think a concussion was in Dionysos’s plans for me that night. Thank goodness.