• Rachael Yahne

Dancing with Depression: A Meditation on Collaboration

I walked in the door of the dimly lit bar to see him standing behind a set of turntables near the bar’s well. An old movie was playing on the projector and the patrons were sparse, spread across the booths, laughing and drinking. Crossing the threshold of the door and hearing the music, my body dropped it’s chill of the rain and without hesitation or thought started moving to the beat, feet stepping to each drum bump, hips swooning as if to say “ooooooh”. I didn’t mean to make a dance entrance. It just happened that way. Maybe it was just the intrinsic and undeniable allure of En Vogue on a loud speaker. Maybe it was just the pent up joy of a night out after weeks of hibernation within my emotions, processing the last tumultuous year,