I never explained the title of this blog. For a good reason. It is a "tofu" title; that is, it easily absorbs the thoughts and emotions of the moment.
At this moment, then. Dance as a series of movements...that is, a form of transport. Not as a way of physically getting from one place to another; to dance is not the same as to drive a car or fly in a plane. If I want to go from New York to London, a tango won't do.
We want Rich's chordoma to go far away. We will buy the ticket -- first class, why not -- a bottle of champagne, and almost anything the chordoma wants for future happiness. Except, of course, Rich's body.
But there is another meaning to "transport" that's not dependent upon chordoma's acceptance of our most generous offer. It is to take us to another place, another time, another way of living.
We're trying.
Candace
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