Each practice is a bit different, depending on who is there and what we feel we need to do. For the last two weeks we've spent the evenings working out a couple of potential new dances and, as always, arguing about (er... politely discussing) the finer style points of our basic steps (which each of us insists we've *always* done a particular way, unlike the particular way anybody else is certain we've always done it). As I believe I've noted before, this dance is a living thing.
So last week was a fun if scattered evening and at one point, towards the end, there was a good deal of milling around and joking and talking when, loud and strong, Bob W started to play Lass of Richmond Hill. I think Michael may have suggested he do that, or at least suggested he gather us all back to focus by playing. In any case, without a word from anybody, the music started up and we all stopped talking and directly walked over in front of the musician and blocked up. Without a word. I'm not sure most of us thought immediately, "Oh, Lass of Richmond Hill" -- what happens sometimes is that you let the music (rather then your brain) tell you what to dance. We had no discussion about who would dance which position. We just blocked up. Then the first corner master position guy gave the nod at the right time and then came foot up and we just went with the dance. As a group. Taking over the space and making it ours. Dancing in all possible ways as a team.
It was that silent block up moment that seemed so perfect, and unannounced, and collective.