Last week I taught pro class at The Place. I love teaching. I love the openness of the participants, their trust to follow me in imagination land. We transform in ostriches, we disconnected from the 'vertical line', we connect to the 'horizontal' one. We disconnect the brain - or try to. We release, we open, we empty. (can you feel my Big Essay making its way gently..) INSTINCT. I taught Monday - Friday. On Sunday night, I see Anna's email. I have never met her, but she wants to come to class. Anna is deaf and is wondering whether the class will be physical (= easy to follow visually) or somatic (= less easy to follow visually). The thing; my classes are both. Highly physical but also, digging in sensations, imagination, experimentation. And I speak. Oh how I love speaking!! There is something I always hated about myself: the over-expression of my body and my face. Gosh, I could not watch myself speak or even listen to someone. I move everything, my face is h