Right, in half an hour I’m off to the Crows Feet Dance Collective dress rehearsal for our new show, Hakari. And because I finally grasp the fact that I have Aphantasia, I will be dancing with some new insights into how I learn the necessary choreography compared with how others learn.
At last I understand why I’m the one who needs the following aids to learning.
- I take videos of each dance for learning purposes
- I keep a notebook
- I make little diagrams of our placement on the floor at the start of each movement
- I create little stories to remember the order of things (don’t ask — they are crazy)
- I give labels to movements or poses (tai chi, swish, tiptoes, Peter Pan, tootsies, windmill, Krishna and so forth)
- I silently recite little mantras like 1, 2, skippity hop.
When I rehearse a dance in my head, I feel it in my body.
And all this is not because at 76 I’m the oldest dancer on the floor. It’s because I cannot picture the dance in my mind’s eye. I can feel with my mind’s body. And I can hear the accompanying music in my mind’s ear. But I cannot see it with my non-existent mind’s eye.
Clever little brain, ay? Who else do you know with this fun condition?