Friday, January 20, 2012
This week I visited my friend and dancemate Sharon Estacio in her adopted home of Florence, Italy, and felt magically suspended in time. We biked around the city each day. I drank red wine at lunch. I saw Jesus nearly naked hanging over and over again in the museums and churches. It led me to wonder if the revelation of a naked Jesus is as fundamental an event in Christianity as his cross and resurrection.
Maybe Jesus, the animals and the saints toss their garment, their time up, constantly - they spend time by tossing it in the air in an act of constant prayer. So that time does not weigh anything, does not cloak, stick, hold them down - so they are left nude, revealed, floating.
Sharon and I danced in this week's rite, becoming transparent in Tuscany's late afternoon light.