01/28/2026
Dear Dancers,
As I’ve been recovering from the past months, the cold and snow have felt like quiet allies. While cleaning and putting things away at home, I came across some notes from October 5 — pages of planning, lists, and future-thinking. And then… nothing.
October 6 was the day I drove to DC, to the hospital where Lilliah was in the ER. They had found a 3cm brain tumor. At that moment, I could not have imagined that she would be tumor-free three months later, nor all that would unfold in between.
I have known the helplessness of watching my child suffer. And in that helplessness, a deep kinship with all mothers has grown into something like a bond.
I didn’t schedule any workshops between October 6 and the New Year. For 17 years there have always been November and December workshops — but not this year. I remember saying to Anand, “I don’t know why, but it feels wrong to teach workshops right now.” Now I understand. There was a journey to be taken.
I am learning to trust myself in a deeper way — to trust that the body knows where not to walk, that it turns toward what matters without explanation, that the calendar opens when it needs to. Things that make no sense to the planning mind arrive from the unknown.
So these days, I’m not so sure I “practice” in the way I once thought. It feels more like letting myself be — the body moving without prescription, the mind opening without a goal. The intention has become very simple: to open, to quiet the mind, to let the body be an extension of the Self that is curious, resilient, and somehow comforted by mystery.
Moving in this way doesn’t just help in moments as extreme as a brain tumor — or a world in literal flames — it feels to me like the most important thing we can be doing right now.
Today, I’ll be showing up online at 12 noon ET. If you’re at home and feel called to make some space for the unknown, your transportation arrives via Zoom at noon.
Sending you love, courage, and as much curiosity as possible for what you do not yet know,
Ann
PS — Carderock was plowed Monday, and salt has been spread in the parking lot (with more to come). We’re planning a hybrid class on Friday for those who can safely attend in person and those who prefer to join from home via Zoom.
And a reminder: Sunday class and potluck are happening this Sunday, February 1. Class will be 1–3pm so we can enjoy our meal together and still get home before dark.