Day Four:

First day of double Suzuki and double Viewpoints. I am exhausted and my body is fried. The afternoon sessions hurt like hell. All of the tiredness of the morning just piled on and on. Can’t wait to see how it feels tomorrow. Introduced to a few more Suzuki moves – each more painful than the last. Viewpoints also got a bit more complex – but some beautiful images continue to appear.  Mapped out a structure for our first composition piece. I like the group – everyone seems to be ready to dive in and tear up the text. Consensus among any number is always difficult, but I felt like we kept finding some really interesting things to shape. The plan is to shape the text tomorrow and dig in fully on Saturday. Already some great stuff.

This brings me to a conversation I had with my roommate – male, approximately the same age – although I suspect he is younger – both teachers. Part of what we discussed was the awareness that neither of us wanted to come across as some creepy old dude. Yes – there is a wide range of ages – I’d say 18 to late 50s or 60s. But, the make up is predominantly female. So I am doing what I can not to mansplain, hold open doors for those that don’t want doors held open, not initiate any physical contact as we explore space and time, and generally just be aware of how actions can be read. It is an interesting position to be in – one I don’t often pay attention to. I suspect at some point – once we have gotten to know each other better – that all of this may cease to matter – but for now at least that is where part of my concentration is located.