The festival turned out to be more than just dance. It was a life style, a philosophy, a culture, built around a dance form. Highlights from the festival include me having:
- been around 200 people 24/7, surrounded by flowing robes, healing theories and pan flutes
- started every day in a singing circle after yoga and breakfast (in that order), singing lovely, loving songs that I've never heard before
- rolled my body over countless other bodies, and had countless other bodies rolled over mine, a.k.a. body surfing
- danced blindfolded in a hall full of other blindfolded people while musicians moved between us playing intense, tribal music using instruments from the deep jungles
- seen people spontaneously wave their fingertips as praise instead of applause
- witnessed people break into spontaneous ohmming as even higher praise
- felt stupid after applauding
- lifted other people, several of them far heavier than myself
- bruised myself head-to-toe and broke one rib learning the hard way how (not) to move on the floor
- met a shocked Swedish girl exiting the swimming hall where apparently she had found everybody to be naked. "This is just... We don't... We just don't do this in Sweden!!"
- slept on a very hard floor for four nights
- tried really hard to be liquid in my skeleton
- been hugged, touched and smiled warmly at by random people
- felt loved and accepted by strangers
- last but not least: learned some basics of the wonderful dance form of contact improvisation and danced more or less 24/7
Oh, and here is an example of what it might look like:
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