lev·i·ty ˈlevədē/
I am adopting this principal. Today. noun humor or frivolity, especially the treatment of a serious matter with humor or in a manner lacking due respect.
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lev·i·ty ˈlevədē/
I am adopting this principal. Today.
noun
humor or frivolity, especially the treatment of a serious matter with humor or in a manner lacking due respect.
What, say what, now?
So, I live in a place where pretty much everything goes and ,yesterday, I had the opportunity to listen to a new point of view.
I didn’t realize that I lived in a “Liberal Pothole”. Which defined in tandem might go something like this…
a depression or hollow in a road surface, open to new behavior or opinions and willing to discard traditional values, caused by wear or subsidence.
However, I’m fairly sure that the opinion of the deliverer of this phrase might have meant something else.
Lucky Me!
For years, although I have always believed in myself and my chosen career path, I have been under the scrutiny of those who believe somehow that I am “lucky” to do what I do. I am very fortunate, but that is by choice…
If “lucky” is working all hours of the night sometimes, not getting paid for months at a time, having a career that requires that my physical being is functional beyond what it wants to be at this age, a career that wreaks havoc on personal relationships due to the its demanding nature (did you read that 43.3 % of dancers/choreographers are bound to get divorced?…uh huh),
AND
that I get to meet the most amazing people and develop friendships that last a lifetime, that I am surrounded by music and movement and art…AND I get to create it with other “lucky” dancers, choreographers, artists and thespians,and that the people who are in my life and I in theirs are open to everything…typically not close minded and are emotionally in touch…I LOVE that part!
Yes, then I guess I am lucky….But it’s all a choice…
But remember, the next time you say that to me, that you made a choice too…and you should also feel lucky every day…
My Manifesto
Just when I think I’ve finally got a clue about anything, I’m absolutely sure that I don’t.
I am sure,however, that I do have immense faith in the power of belief.
Intangibilities are not what we are taught to believe in. “What you see is what you get”.
ummm….Not always.
What you believe in is what you become, what you live and what others know about you.
It shows in your face and in your actions and in your emotions. It IS you.
So, here it is. I believe in me. I believe in miracles. I believe in what we can and can’t see. I believe that if we have a strong enough faith in our principals and the people we surround ourselves with, that we can manifest great things.
Raise your glass to belief. Cheers!
jUst WoRk IT ouT
Recently, I was given a gym membership as a gift. I was thrilled. The idea that I could potentially transform this post menopausal dancer’s body into a work of art was entrancing. Mind you, I’ve never really exercised in this sense. Almost every day of my life, since the age of 5, has been devoted to my daily regime of plies, tendus and various motions with the intent of moving to music. Not exercise. Dance. Joy. Pain. The Zone. Nirvana.
I’m game. Let’s do this gym thing. Ha!
I think, these machines are the enemy. I need an ally. Yes. Personal trainer-my crutch. I feel ridiculous. Intimidated. These gym people know what they are doing. And they are serious. And I am paralyzed and awkward.
How is it that, for almost 5 decades I have performed and taught in front of hundreds of thousands of people, that I now am so self conscious about being in the middle of the gym, in front of all these professional gym people and doing gym things, that I feel ‘stage fright’…really? I don’t think I’ve felt like this since I wasn’t chosen to be on ANY team during PE in 4th grade!
Once my trainer sessions are up…only 2 left…then what? I’m terrified. Taking off the training wheels is going to be like a C-section for me. But, I am motivated by the desire for my 23 year old gluteus maximus and striationous thighs. Count down to trainer weening…I. Can. Do. This. i think…or I could just go dancing…
New or Used?
I came to a realization recently…
The other day I was chatting with a friend and we were discussing the topic of buying a car.
This conversation came about after he decided to test drive a new vehicle that he’d had his eye on. Ultimately he would never buy it because he doesn’t believe in purchasing new cars when they lose their value the minute you’ve driven them off the lot.
It got me to thinking. If you apply this to relationships then, no man should have a virgin, right?
authenticity
“Let’s get real”
“For real?”
“Really?”
“The REAL DEAL”
I have always believed in authenticity, and yet I find myself full of angst as I struggle to determine my authentic self. Who am I? Can I be two people?
“Hard times arouse an instinctive desire for authenticity”…Coco Chanel
the real gift
I hate to love you…paradoxically thinking or oxymoronically?
“He who fears he shall suffer, already suffers what he fears.”Michel de Montaigne
I fear that I shall love, so does that mean I already love what I fear?
I have feared loving: “fear is the enemy of love”.
en·e·my ˈenəmē/noun: a thing that harms or weakens something else.
It’s as if we choose not to love because we fear “it”: it’s ability to take over our minds, our bodies and our senses. Giving in to love can signify a complete surrender of oneself. I have always struggled with the concept of two people becoming one.
But…for me, this says it all.
“When you love someone, you do not love them all the time, in exactly the same way, from moment to moment. It is an impossibility. It is even a lie to pretend to. And yet this is exactly what most of us demand. We have so little faith in the ebb and flow of life, of love, of relationships. We leap at the flow of the tide and resist in terror its ebb. We are afraid it will never return. We insist on permanency, on duration, on continuity; when the only continuity possible, in life as in love, is in growth, in fluidity – in freedom, in the sense that the dancers are free, barely touching as they pass, but partners in the same pattern.
The only real security is not in owning or possessing, not in demanding or expecting, not in hoping, even. Security in a relationship lies neither in looking back to what was in nostalgia, nor forward to what it might be in dread or anticipation, but living in the present relationship and accepting it as it is now. Relationships must be like islands, one must accept them for what they are here and now, within their limits – islands, surrounded and interrupted by the sea, and continually visited and abandoned by the tides.”
― Anne Morrow Lindbergh, Gift from the Sea
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