Bridges
Updated on Tuesday, June 12, 2012 at 10:16AM by
Elena Taurke
Let go…..Cleopatra.. said my dance teacher in response to my failure to connect a phrase. Say what?! said I, stalling for time. It's a Donkey Bridge, he clarified, let go of the arms, then Cleopatra to make a shape. A memory device, a connector, so called because donkeys are supposedly too stupid to make it across the river any other way. In Zen it is said: Every Ass can Pass. Every one of us can get to the other side but we need the right bridge.
Words can be a bridge to dance. Dance can be a bridge to freedom. Yoga to meditation or meditation to yoga. The specter of death is a nifty bridge to a satisfying life.
