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Before being a tanguera, I was an economist. I was interested in community-based economics, crafts and craftspeople. I’ve become one of the people I used to study. I work with my hands, my body, my creativity, my spirit. I integrate mind and body into my craft. It’s a beautiful and meaningful life. I do what I love and hope that eventually this will become a sustaining livelihood.

I have an addiction. I live scrambling from high to high. As an addict I’ve made irrational decisions, devalued myself and everything around me, hurt people who loved me. I threw away a secure and promising career. I abandoned my home, my friends, my work. I slipped into the trade, with no reasonable hope of financial success. I called it “art”. Like any addiction there are highs and lows. I had fantasies, and made some of them real for a minute. Like many addicts, one day I woke up in a grungy apartment feeling like I’d been hit over the head. Fluttery images of the life I left behind taunted me and I couldn’t quite figure out what had happened. The lows are like waves with intense points and deeper ones. Like any addict, I’m searching for a better hit, a purer product. Sometimes I get it, a great dancer passes through town and I ride that wave in bliss. But the deeper story of the wave is that I’ve reached a point where there aren’t many people in the world who I want to dance with.

Which of these stories is true? I don’t know.

I'd love to dance with you

photo Ilsa Hellman

I want you to know that you're not alone....

... neither in your dreams for tango nor in your frustrations.

My deepest desire is the same as all my students and friends ... those who have yet to start dancing and those who dance a lot.

It's partnership.

One thing I've learned on this quest, we need to:

Stop Waiting for Partners, and start
Building them

I've written a 10-step action guide. Are you ready to find the Partners you want?

 11 August 2012