Embarking upon a journey into the swirling, twirling vortex that is the middle of every second week, slipping in a little footwork practice and a sleep before going off to find my attitude in strong poses and energy complete. Riding the wave of passionate expression I follow the winding path down the mountain and breathe a little sea air before hunkering down in the bunker, a welcoming warm shelter. It’s a matter of balance, of kindness, of care, do just enough to be alive fully but never push yourself beyond your capacity, whatever it may be.
I love riding the edge of what might be possible, testing the limits of how balanced I can be no matter what life may be throwing at me, brain working out as I follow the notes on a musical page and count the beat, rise to the note. Higher functions are operating and all is well as long as I can balance on that narrow edge, teeter a tad by all means but lets stay on the path and keep fanning the fires of creativity, the torrents of energy flowing over the cliffs, emotions letting go of their attachments.
My sea feels calm even when I can see stormy weather up ahead, the waves may be a bit big sometimes but if I can keep that calm centre within me holding it all together, I can ride out any storm. Just as well because I continue to add-on to the pile of what needs to be done by the end of the year, performance, costumes, the mastering of steps that seem to be forever in coming. The seeing, listening and enjoying of much good music, as well as the necessity of keeping the faith for all the Goddesses of the Dance by moving my body to good grooves on a regular basis.
That’s right, it’s supposed to be fun!
Someone should have reminded Judy Garland, here she is doing such a superb job of “Stormy Weather”: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zZfv1e2e7ug