New Eyes, Full Heart, Can't Lose

Back when I went to camp every summer at Westminster Highlands, there was one particular year where word riddles and word play scenarios were all the rage. Something about two halves making a hole, and then you jump in the hole to escape the room, and then a door not being a door when it is ajar. What has come to my mind countless times in the past couple of weeks are lines from one of these long riddle poems 'I see said the blind man to his deaf wife, and he picked up his hammer and saw'. It's a little more than miraculous that I've had a few lasers hit my eyeballs and now I can see in this astounding way just like the little word play. And I would theoretically think that with such a miracle -before I could see clearly only something six inches in front of my nose- that it would have a monumental impact in on how I see the world. Maybe more crisply? keenly? specifically? grandly? With improved sight is there better insight?

I started my second year of grad school last week. As the department is spread out all over campus due to renovations in the dance building, I notice and see architecture and stadium seats and the contrast of buildings and the height of the library. I constantly see and hear the band practicing, and am acutely aware of how many students are on that campus with me (...literally thousands). There are windows in all of the dance studios, even one studio on the banks of the old Olentangy River.

My dance company has three new dancers, each with a body of knowledge and experience to bring to rehearsal. And each time we are together it is like a fitting for a dress - we have an interchange of making something look and feel and contour just right to the new design of the company.  It is seeing something new, with these new eyes, and feeling something new by having different responses and exchanges.

New eyes, new school year, new spaces, new outlook this year's go-around.  We'll see what questions make themselves known -seen- and fold into the year.