My affirmation for the day is that I am really good at recycling. I am so good, in fact, that I am pretty certain that I just recycled a check worth over $150. And now it is gone forever.
At yoga class on Wednesday as we twisted our bodies into dancers pose, our instructor started to talk about how our lives are like a dance. We move from one thing to the next, partnering up with someone briefly to have a conversation or arrange something, then away again to do some solo work. She said that perhaps as we held the pose we could manifest the thought to make our dance a little more graceful. Ooowhee -- that opened a can of worms in my head. What a fantastic image, but my dance would be a lot more like Elaine's than Martha Graham-esque. I picture something frenetic, choppy, inefficient, repetitive, full of almost everything but Grace. And am I really responsible for the choreography? Could I be more purposeful? Could I add more finesse? Yes. And I love the whole mental picture of it -- how expressive we can make our own individual masterpiece as we convey each part of our emotions -- sorrow, happiness, peace, lethargy.
What is your dance like? Comical, like mine? Or simply life-like.
1 comment:
Yoga is the best.
I would say mine is pretty wild right now. Something resembling being dragged behind a slow horse.
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