A different kind of hoop dancer, not in the Hopi tradition, but on the Santa Fe plaza, from Australia via New York, one late Spring morning.
She got in to a good rhythm. I enjoyed her graceful, extemporaneous moves. I imagined myself in her place, absorbed in rhythm and play created moment by moment, unconcerned about the rest of the world. It could have been me - a few decades ago.
She got in to a good rhythm. I enjoyed her graceful, extemporaneous moves. I imagined myself in her place, absorbed in rhythm and play created moment by moment, unconcerned about the rest of the world. It could have been me - a few decades ago.
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