I arrive late. No matter, things are already well under way on the dance floor. I stand off to the side, waiting to feel moved by the music. I warm up slowly. My body shifts and turns. I observe the sea of faces before me, some familiar. I am greeted by a mixture of smiles, looks of ecstasy, detachment, joy, kindness, even pain. I move faster: skipping, dancing, twirling, gyrating. The beat changes from a snappy latin number to a rap version of â€œSanta Baby.â€ I realize a broad smile has taken over my face.
Here at Jo Cobbettâ€™s â€œFumbling Towards Ecstasy,â€ there are no wrong moves. People come for self-expression. There are no ages or genders here. Just people looking for creative freedom, to let go of their inhibitions and allow the music to move them. As Jo says on her website, www.movinground.com, â€œIt is a journey into the body through movement, a meditative practice.â€
I exchange glances with an older man in a bright turquoise-blue sweatshirt; he has the kindest eyes Iâ€™ve ever seen. I smile warmly before Iâ€™m swept away by the music, now an acid house number filling the room.
Iâ€™ve been coming to Joâ€™s Sunday morning gatherings on the Westside over the last 2 years. Each time is a unique experience and each time I am left with an endorphin high for the rest of the day. The opportunity to let go and forget myself for 2 hours without the worry of judgement or cheesy pick-up lines is a gift in itself. Not to mention the cardiovascular benefits!
Fumbling Towards Ecstasy was created by Jo Cobbett and Michael Molin-Skelton in 1995 and incorporates Gabrielle Rothâ€™s 5 Rhythmsâ„¢: flowing, staccato, chaos, lyrical, and stillness. The rhythms take you on a journey within yourself combined with outward expression. Poems are also spoken at times throughout the class. Creative expression is encouraged.
What began with 5 people in the first Sunday morning class has grown to hundreds of regular participants from diverse backgrounds. The group diversity is refreshing. At times Jo calls out to â€œpick a partnerâ€ which allows you to connect and exchange sweat with a fellow dancer.
As Jo encourages us to take a partner, I am approached by a man who later I find calls himself â€œPersistant Turtleâ€. His hands follow mine and suddenly we are enmeshed in each otherâ€™s energy. I close my eyes and allow myself to use my other senses to experience the dance. The feeling is palpable. Suddenly the song switches to something more tribal and Moroccan in nature and I am swept away by the beat.
As the class comes to a close and the music slows down, Jo plays Eva Cassidyâ€™s cover of â€œImagineâ€ by John Lennon, leaving me feeling tender and raw. I realize that we are all so connected, especially by music. I am grateful for the opportunity to express and connect in such an intimate way. I also realize that even though it may feel as if Iâ€™m stumbling through life, I can always make a choice on Sundays to fumble towards ecstasy.
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Copyright © 2010 JW Norton
Fumbling Towards Ecstasy
Copyright © 2010 JW Norton
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