One of my other real passions (besides the natural world) is contemporary dance. In the past, I had often posted blog entries after I had attended a dance performance, but I stopped doing so after I received few (if any) comments; I assumed my readers were interested.
However, I'm breaking my silence for a short post here because of an unusual sensation that overcame me last Saturday evening at a performance by the company called MOMIX. This company seamlessly integrates gymnastics, illusion and dance into their incredibly imaginative pieces, and they are among my favorite troupes--think Cirque de Soleil with dancing.
Last Saturday's performance was called MOMIX ReMIX-- a retrospective of some of the company's best choreography spanning its 24-year history. The program was divided into two parts, separated by an intermission. Energy in the nearly sold-out theater was high in anticipation of a great performance, and we were not disappointed by the first half. Kali and I went into the lobby during intermission, and after 15 minutes the lights flickered to encourage the audience members to return to their seats.
The crowd grew quiet as the house lights went down, and suddenly I was overcome by an entirely subconscious and overwhelming feeling of the need to fasten my seat belt.