The Dance school

I'm in a dance school. The time table is very confusing .


My brother is outside in the snow in the farm somewhere. He says that he will be having another relationship soon. He tells me the message he wants to pass on to the woman he is interested in. She is someone who used to be with my brother. I meet her. She is just as I remember her.

The message was something like, "tell her, I will be waiting for her, we must come together to the new place" 

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Back at the dance studio I'm engaged in this little side waiting room. The clock on the wall is all wrong. We miss the next dance class by half an hour, but it's ok. I have been teaching an impromptu mbira dance culture session.

I show these women the basic steps. And how to hold their arms. I show them the spiritual significance of the dance and how to make offerings and prayer.

I met a guy who I met on an old course from many years ago. He's running a class. He wants to show me some things musically that he has been learning. About music harmony. I want to stay but I have too many other things I also want to do elsewhere. 

I hang out. Time stills.