Mind Moving in Poetry

Hula Demonstration at Del Mar Fair 2009 That's me- not the beautiful Polynesian woman in the foreground, but the pale, Northern European-looking woman to the left. It took a lot of courage for me; performing is definitely outside my comfort zone. But it was a glorious experience!

At a recent gathering of women writers of a certain age, we were discussing and listening to music that moves us. One woman said, "When this song comes on I start doing leaps and twirls like a crazy woman. You wouldn't believe it."

I admired my aquaintance's acknowledgement that she gives in to a wave of exuberance, lifted up by the pulling charms of the music, no other eyes to ply her with a veil of restraint. She, in her glory of freedom, alone but together with her music. I relished goosebumps of solidarity. I, too, am a solitary dancer. When I have the house to myself, dancing is both celebration and balm in centering myself in a moment in time.

We are given this life, this temporary state of being. The sorrows and tragedies of the world, and of our own lives, will continue to play out whether we seize moments of joyful being or not. Not that all dancing is joyful. Sometimes the most satisfying dance is sad and aching, which on occasion transforms to joy or at least contentment. Or not.

Dance is a fluid moment, fluid emotion. Whatever we have within can flow through dance. All the chores on our list will patiently or impatiently await our attention. Why not allow ourselves the physical expression of beauty, love, longing, bliss, heartache, all the poetry that music is? Dance embodies music- we become the music.

Though this site is a time capsule for my experience with dance, both now and in years past, the other poetic dimensions of life dance their way into my writing here, too. I love food of all kinds, gardens and crafts, though I consider myself a beginner as far as cooking, gardening and crafting. But these arts add texture to the rhythm of my life, and I can't imagine not enjoying their peripheral music, even if I'm not an expert in any of those areas.

I write about these experiences because that's who I am- I write. These writings fill my well with story fodder and make for rich memories later. I encourage you to do the same.