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the coyote


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the coyote


Rising

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the coyote

It may be nothing more than outrageous hope, but Mira senses a phoenix arising from the ever piling ashes.

She has discovered a new aspect of herself called Mrs. Kitty Coyote and uses this moniker when phoning out of area federal representatives as well as Whitehouse Inc. - the Trump reservation line, to ask for a message to be relayed to management about the trumpocalypse. Briefly amusing.

Coyote at internet speed is something to behold - instant protest anyone? Airports, white house … the women’s march was just a warm up.  The marching boots aren’t coming off. 

A friend told her that coyotes stop and play every half hour and she's more than willing to adapt to that habit in these serious times.

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the apocalypse


the apocalypse


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Each morning outdoes the prior with fresh stories in her inbox that beat fiction in shear audacity of egoic, prideful misadventure of the collection of Animal Farm characters inhabiting our capitol and in a growing number of other countries as well.

Mira recently learned that the root of the word apocalypse means "uncovering - a disclosure of something hidden." Is it possible that this mad gang will have the effect of uncovering the energy of caring people who rise and resist the horrors.

The rate of erosion of normal is so outside her experience as to be dizzying.

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the huddles


the huddles


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After the women’s marches, groups of people were popping up in neighborhoods like fairy rings of mushrooms after soaking rains, each with their own flavor and direction. Such an organic and delightful uprising. And Mira found herself watching and waiting for the right one to pounce upon.

And then it came, a bridge across a chasm.

 

 

 

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the bridge


the bridge


a meeting across the chasm

a meeting across the chasm

the bridge

 

Mira likes the idea of infrastructure building, something we can all agree on. Well, she thought, let's get started, no need to wait for the politicians. We need to build bridges across races, cultures, ethnicities.  

It is evident to her from the challenge not only in the Women's March but also in the ongoing use as a political tool that a bridge across the pro-life/pro-choice chasm is needed. She realized that pro-life feminists were new on the scene and wanting to join the fun so let's get going. She figures we have much more in common than our differences and she's ready to start building and working together.

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the love


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On a good day, Mira wakes up with love in her heart for the new president, the one whose bizarre behavior seems to be unleashing a tide of love and connection not only in her neighborhood but across the world. She can't think of anyone else with this sort of impact and we need this force if we are to stand a chance of uniting around our current and increasing global environmental situation.

She wants to encourage him just to keep being himself ... and has no illusions that he could do otherwise.

Is this what Kali action looks like in 2017 with seconds to go on the Doomsday clock?

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the dance


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Homer and Christina Ladas at Valentango 2017

Homer and Christina Ladas at Valentango 2017

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Mira finds that the dance for these dark times is the tango Vals, or waltz, light and airy, uplifting, flitting around the room like butterflies on a sunny day. Skating in rhythm with partner, music, and other dancers on the floor leaves her breathless and joyful.

This pair is Homer and Christina Ladas of Berkeley, who she thinks of as the tai chi masters of tango with their somatic approach.

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the embrace


the embrace


Valentango Milonga

Valentango Milonga

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Tango is about connection and the embrace is a hug, abrazo,  while improvised footwork goes on below. Mira senses the metaphor for our times... the love arising  across the globe feels like a hug while our feet lead us to action, and we move to the music we are hearing, the dance of life, of cooperation, of kindness, of caring. 

Meanwhile His Crazieness spins out of control careening across the floor begging for attention, but the dancers want none of it and stay engaged in the experience of the dance they are creating.

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the wall flowers


the wall flowers


Two Men Dancing Tango Argentino: Sebastián & César. Pocho Pizarro Tango

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In the midst of national chaos Mira and her tanguera friend took a trip to America's largest tango festival in progressive Portland, Oregon where they enjoyed gritty tango technique classes and late nights of music and dance in heels and flowing dresses.

And yet, though this town has women who lead, there are still too many followers waiting for a chance to dance. Mira knows that something has to give and wonders when the rising woman power is going to reach into the Milonga culture to allow women their full representation on the dance floor.

She saw examples of women dancing together, men together ... and it was beautiful. She imagines taking the world's excess masculine energy and applying it to dance, for the benefit of everyone.

She has resolved to learn to lead, leaving no stone unturned, or dance undanced.