I found myself inside the body of dancer. Unless I followed them very precisely I became stuck, jammed, tangled…..but their movements were just to graceful to be copied, too intricate and imaginative to predict. I couldn’t second guess – and yet I felt that unless I tried, I would be interrupting the dancer; obstructing or hampering the dance. After a while I figured out that nothing I was doing was preventing the dancer from making their moves, it was only my own attempt to match it that were jarring my bones, making me anxious, burdened. So I started to relax and let this extra-ordinarily strong and seemingly indestructibly supple body bear my entire weight. Every point of balance. Then was carried through sequences that were like nothing I had done before. Impossible bends, ridiculous twists, precise turns. Then I realised I was experiencing the dance as the dancer, caught up in the thought and emotion – and therefore the entire sensibility of the dance. I understood it. I understood them somehow even though they were utterly beyond me and passionately and effortlessly immersed. Sensations of overwhelming contentment and exhilaration. Surely I would break! But no…there was no boundary between us, even though I was still deeply conscious that I was being moved by another. The grace, energy and animation of it was made mine, not through virtue, but as gift.