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My friends, I have an idea.

As you may have guessed, I follow a lot of dance blogs, websites, magazines and podcasts. With choreography, I'm always people watching, and more than once have been inspired by some small movement I've seen someone do with their hand absentmindedly when they cross the street.

The other day I found a piece about an even called Feedback in L.A., which hosted a dance class to live music. Besides just having a live band, there were also painters, a poet, photographer and a videographer there feeding off the energy and capturing the experience. What a realm of art, inspiration and energy to come together!

After reading this article, I immediately thought that I needed to make this happen. Here. Now.

So here's step one. I'm going to try to make this happen in Kelowna.

The first word that came to my mind was how interesting it was that all these worlds of art were colliding. Appropriately, I think colliding and collaborating would be the theme of this. Thus, maybe the name should be COLLIDE KELOWNA. (Good? Bad? I want something cool sounding, I'm still working on this).

Let's look at some dates - this would be a bit to put together, so I'm going to shoot for August sometime after the long weekend. A two-hour dance class to live music with other artists there, followed by a networking session (and perhaps tea?)

Am I crazy? CouId I really make this happen?

I think I might be just that much out of my mind to want to attempt to. My lovely friend and Kelowna partner in crime is going to help me.

Therefore, I need your help. Are you/do you know someone interesting in the arts looking to get exposure? Have them contact me at plfavro@yahoo.com

This may be a process, but I think interesting nonetheless.

murmur.

A Day Dream.

My eyes make pictures when they're shut:--
I see a fountain large and fair,
A Willow and a ruined Hut,
And thee, and me, and Mary there.
O Mary! make thy gentle lap our pillow!
Bend o'er us, like a bower, my beautiful green Willow!

A wild-rose roofs the ruined shed,
And that and summer well agree
And lo! where Mary leans her head,
Two dear names carved upon the tree!
And Mary's tears, they are not tears of sorrow:
Our sister and our friend will both be here to-morrow.

'Twas Day! But now few, large, and bright
The stars are round the crescent moon!
And now it is a dark warm Night,
The balmiest of the month of June!
A glow-worm fallen, and on the marge remounting
Shines, and its shadow shines, fit stars for our sweet fountain.

O ever -- ever be thou blest!
For dearly, Asra! love I thee!
This brooding warmth across my breast,
This depth of tranquil bliss -- ah me!
Fount, Tree, and Shed are gone, I know not whither,
But in one quiet room we three are still together.

The shadows dance upon the wall,
By the still dancing fire-flames made;
And now they slumber, moveless all!
And now they melt to one deep shade!
But not from me shall this mild darkness steal thee:
I dream thee with mine eyes, and at my heart I feel thee!

Thine eyelash on my cheek doth play--
'Tis Mary's hand upon my brow!
But let me check this tender lay,
Which none may hear but she and thou!
Like the still hive at quiet midnight humming,
Murmur it to yourselves, ye two beloved women!
- Samuel Taylor Coleridge.