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Issue Two January 2005
Notes from New Mexico
Ruth Zaporah

No matter how often I look out my kitchen window, I continue to experience a mental 
shift, a subtle adjustment, as my eyes come to rest
on what looks like a grand wedding cake
perched next to the arroyo at the rear of my property.
The yurt, the dance yurt, a studio, a palette, a place just a few steps away where I can practice, 
or not; where I can sit, stare, call out,
and dance; where I can step out in the morning before
anything, or at
night, in the dark with the glow of only a small lamp lighting my way as the
rustling of the neighboring horses reminds me where I am.
The walls are a brick redso appropriate for this landscapeand the dome roof a gleaming 
white, especially at night when lit from within.
It's 30 feet in diameter with a shining wood floor
to dance on, to
sleep on, or to sway across. You've probably seen a yurt before; it's not anything
new. Even this particular yurt is used. But it is new h
ere, next to the arroyo, next to my house.
Since moving to New Mexico three years ago, I've dreamed of an at-home studio, where I could 
work with individuals one-on-one or in small
groups with minimum fuss and maximum
camaraderie; where I could share
this blessed landscape. But I couldn't imagine how I would
raise enough
money to actually build the perfect studioadobe, straw bale, cob, lots of glass,
sparkling floor. Then when I had become the most
discouraged, having turned away from the
idea altogether, some friends
announced they had a yurt they were trying to sell.
I have taught in a 30-foot yurt before at  Tassajara Zen Center, Hollyhock, and Green Gulch 
Farm. The intimacy of the space seems to inspire
people to relax and dip deeper into the
ever-present well.
Miraculously, as if it were all just waiting to fall into place, shortly after I
learned about the yurt, six extraordinary donors
offered the money to make it happen.
So here it is.
I still intend to teach larger trainings in California, New Mexico, Europe, and elsewhere; but 
here in this backyard yurt, students and I
can face each other more directly and intimately.
I imagine you coming by yourself or with a few others to dance, to train in and practice 
Action Theater, to dream up and work on a
performance piece, to be directed on a piece
you've already been
heating up.
Come. Get in touch.
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