April 9, 2009
We have come to be danced Not the nice,invisible,self-conscious shuffle But the matted hair flying,voodoo mama, Shaman shakin ancient bones dance.Sharpen our claws and tongues dance.The shed dead cells and slip into The luminous skin of love dance.
Wow, what an amazing night! Thank you to everyone who came and danced their wild-hearts out! Hope to see you at the next one!!! xx