Tuesday, April 21, 2009

What language do you dance in?

What language do you dance in?

I dance in hips side to side.
I dance in feet out and back.
I dance in arms round and around.

I dance from the music in my heart and the sounds from my stereo.
I bounce my shoulders up and down.
I wave my head back and forth.

I dance with expressions of my body.
Emotion comes from somewhere deep inside and I talk about it with spine undulations.
Words are not necessary for I have my extremities to do the talking.

I dance
I dance
I dance

It’s not pretty
It’s not even rhythmic
It’s just say what I have to say in the way I have to say it

What language do you dance in?

Thursday, April 16, 2009

Magic Carpet

When my life seems to be turning upside down, the best remedy is to turn myself upside down.
So, with my yoga mat as my magic carpet for the day, I find myself in a backbend in the middle of my cardboard box, cluttered living room.
With nothing else to right me, I turn myself upside down.
Arms and legs grounded, belly flying high.
But who’s to say there’s a right side up anyway?
Yes, we walk with our feet, but some people walk with their hands.
Hey, some people even walk with their heads, physically and metaphorically.
So when I’m presented with obstacles I think of my life as a video game – all I have to do is conquer the first limitation and I’ll get to the next level.
I am able to jump, leap, turn and bend if the need be.

The only thing obscuring my bendy ability is my mind.
So if I can tell my ego to shove it for a little while, I might get something done!

Friday, April 3, 2009

Move baby move!

With the rhythm of life pounding on my chest I have no choice but to joint in
To defy it
Rally against it
Would be my destruction and
D
O
W
N ward demise
Like a fist drumming on my heart, I choose to step into the current and flow not fight
In an
d
r
a
w
p
u
spiral
I direct my attention and lift my thoughts to the heavens
My eyes,
torso,
pelvis,
knees
&
feet
F-A-L-L-O-W
In a back bend I offer out my Greatest potential
Shining like the light from the Sun
Belly and spirit raised in a humble offering
My fingers and toes RADIATE
Twirling, as I glide across the wooden floor, perfecting my rise and fall MOTION
The MUSIC in my being courses through my veins and runs along my vertebrae
Sending MUSIC to my every cell

Let me MOVE while I’m alive!
Let the pulse stir me
My heartbeat will suffice
Dhoom, DHOOM, dhoom
Always, some part of me is
D
A
N
C
I
N
G!