I had a dream last night where I was in Roble Dance Studio. The object of the lesson was to practice grace and musicality. In groups of three or four, we traveled across the floor with a tapered object in hand, music playing in the background. Some carried swords; others rods, boughs, branches. The object I balanced aloft was my cello bow. The exercise was to interpret and flow with the music. We moved at different heights: in the air, low to the ground; in smooth arcs and sharp gestures. Playing expressively, sculpting motion.