Sometime within the next 48 hours, I will launch my gorgeous new website. My amazing design team at Deko Design in New York, with Mannix Marketing in Glens Falls have been working hard and we are nearly there.
I love the new look, and having everything in one place. We will keep up the old RIDE site for a bit, but all new content will be on the new site. I will announce the launch here.
Please visit and give me your feedback!
photo: Chandrika Carl-Jones
Spent another wonderful day at Little Brook Farm in Old Chatham working with the drill team and the lovely Mustang Amado and the brilliant Summer Brennan. If everything goes as well as it has been, we will perform with him at the Extreme Mustang Makeover event in August!
I am not a fan of anything extreme when it comes to horses, and I do not think that Mustangs need any kind of makeover. Nevertheless, watching Summer gentle this boy has been incredibly inspiring. Her work with him has been gradual, caring and smart.
Bringing dancers into this event may shake things up a bit! I hope so.
I Believe I can Fly ( flight of the frenchies). Trailer from sebastien montaz-rosset on Vimeo.
I think sometimes this is the only way. Leaping, falling, flying.
How do you fly?
Now that my hut has burned down,
I have a better view of the moon.
Mizuta Masahide
I spent yesterday in Boston working with Ingrid Schatz and DeAnna Pellecchia, the co-directors of Kairos Dance, and their lovely dancers. They had invited me to come in to coach and critique some new choreography that they are doing during a residency at the Boston Center of the Arts. They gave me carte blanche. I had a blast. The dancers are wonderful, young students at Boston University – vibrant, receptive, eager, hard-working. I got to play in the garden of the angels. Movement, image, music – my favorite foods.
At the same time that was happening, I was dealing with some very difficult news at home. Not exactly life or death, but close. This morning as I sat outside Ingrid’s Cambridge apartment on her bright orange Adirondack chair talking to Pam, I looked up and saw this Masahide poem taped to her window, facing out to the street. Perfect, I thought. I am looking at the ashes, when I should be seeking a view of the moon beyond.