Though I hadn’t been there in many years, it was in Berkeley, CA just blocks away from where my mother had delivered me when the hands first danced in earnest, on a three-step stage in The Sacred Stream. I chose this place because I liked the name, the room was simple...

A note from Jane... It may seem a strange choice to begin my blog with a letter from my new friend, Eric, but this provides the landscape and a fairly concise backdrop of the events that have transpired with these dancing hands since September. While Eric's first...