One month ago my wife and I were walking up the hills and down the vales of the physical landscape of the Yorkshire Dales. Now near the end of this New Orleans Jazz Course, I’m moving through the hills and dales of an emotional landscape that is steep and dangerous and treacherous. Not the jazz material, but other things that I will politely decline to share now.
After a restless and too-short sleep, I awoke to six hours of teaching before me and it proved that perfect medicine. I taught well, the material was engaging, the group was responsive, there were profound moments of hush and tears, and exuberant moments of riotous laughter— especially when one group choreographed new Lindy Hop steps based on their dorm experience that was hilarious. It ended with a beautiful Langston Hughes poem read over a sung chorale.
So my spirits are uplifted and I’m ready to go out on the town on this last day of June.
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