Bring your day, bring your week, bring your life, and just let yourself dance! 

We’re in the season that the poet e e cummings called
“In Just-spring……
when the world is puddle-wonderful.”

We’ll be dancing in the Stillness of a world still partly winter-quiet and interior, with the first stirrings of growth and beginnings that we call Flowing, the Staccato of the first shoots pushing through to the light, the Chaos of sleet…snow…sunshine…wild winds… smirring rain; and the Lyrical of snowdrops, primroses, even early daffodils. We’ll be dancing in the Stillness of Still-winter, in Just-spring.

Come dance a Spring Wave ...