I chose to dance with a blue silk veil and wrote the following after the dance.

Magic in the Blue Light

Shifting colors, all shades of blue, mist my vision. Seeing the world through flowing silk is a new way of seeing, a different perspective. I am not hiding within. I am looking without, through a blue mist that flows and shifts as I move. Flowing silk, a blue river of silk, light as a soft breeze, shifting like a dandelion seed in the wind of my dance.

The wind and breath of dance I give to god, the life of the dance god gives to me.

We were then asked to dance again. I chose not to dance with the veil this time. I then wrote the following:

Existential Shifting Sands

Dancing and wondering about the question of boring ones self. Wondering - thinking about time spent entertaining Aaron. Dancing with these boring thoughts of boring myself with my same old - movements - combinations - poses.

The music changes to a sacred chant. A ha! I've got it now. The answer comes as my heart becomes involved, as the warm tingling of love rises to awaken my body and dance.

It is all boring without the heart. With just the cold eye of academic intellect experiencing the dance, but when I open my heart to let god flow the tinniest movement or the ten thousandth repetition are of infinite interest and value as they nurture my heart and breathe more life in to the universe.

After writing we were asked to find a partner and for one of the pair to dance while the other witnessed then for both to write again.

I was the first to dance. As I began to dance, the feeling - the experience of my heart opening - continued from the last dance. I filled up with all I could hold and wept. More and more came in waves, waves of warm shivers, waves of warm tears, waves of sobbing with joy, an ocean of more God than I could hold. I became the dance. I was no longer Aaron going through his moves. Every movement felt like first creation. I was full of delight. Even while I was sobbing on the outside each new wave brought giggles on the inside. Ecstasy!

I didn't write after this. I stayed in the experience. My partner, Urvashi, then danced. I continued to weep as she danced, then wrote:

More tears to quench my thirst from traveling the desert of without. Blessed be. Blessed be We.