“Stay close to anything that makes you glad you are alive.”~Hafiz
It’s been a bumpy ride around here, lately. Not earth shattering, but sufficiently unsettling and discouraging to be enervating.
My plan had been to go dancing today. But after a few nights of poor sleep, and seeing the horrific headlines, I looked out over the marsh this morning and the dreariness and fog seemed to roll into my soul. Weighing, weighing down.
Dance? How could I summon the energy and focus to dance when I felt as if I couldn’t get up from my chair?
This is where the amazingness of being in a practice comes in. Because as I’ve written about before, I did get dressed in my dance clothes, get in the car and go to class. Because that’s what we dancers do. Because somewhere in the fogged-in, darkened soul, I heard the gleaming whisper of Hafiz echo, pulling me toward what has made me come alive over and over and over again.
You walk into the studio. You start to warm up with other kindred spirits. The gorgeous music begins and carries you over the first hump. And you’re transported–ablaze. You’re dancing!
For me, dancing. And for you….?
Middle and bottom photos courtesy of Nikki Carrara © 2016, 2017; Sculptures: Gil Boro