Rhythm, Dance and editing
First, let me say I feel I was born with a lucky star shining above me: I’m the daughter of a loving mother and a loving father, who was a musician when he was younger. That’s how my love story with music begun. I play and sing since before starting school.
When I was a kid I took a dance course for a few months. I’m not a dancer, don’t get me wrong, but I wish I was one. I admire Dancers, in fact: they have strong bodies and muscles, they are flexible, they feel the music as I do and they’re incredible living Art Operas able to breath, when they dance. You can see the way they seem to fly through air showing you a smile, as if there was no effort or hard training behind that moment. You can see it even when they walk and move around a room. About me, I just dance with myself at home. Only the walls can see me, and that’s why I can express myself with no shame, even if my movements aren’t perfect.
Back in time, though, my teacher was enthusiast about me. I remember she kept telling my parents I was talented, but then you know… life happened. Anyway, I don’t think I’m more talented than average: the secret is just I feel the rhythm running in my blood. And since I’m just human, I bet you can feel it too.
As every Art dance is expression.
It’s different from every other kind of Art though, or at least I think so, and since I danced this morning I love to talk about it my way: I’m fascinated by it.
Dancing as a professional, I guess, is like being able to transform oneself into a liquid. Body’s movements MUST be fluid and that takes a lot of effort, the same kind of effort it takes to train yourself for running a marathon. Results come with patience and time, and one must show up with determination, without knowing if she/he’ll succeed or fail… kinda like I do writing my “book in progress”.
I’m back on my editing, of course, but let’s keep talking about dance for a while.
Even if I’m not a trained dancer, I understand the fluidity of the movements because my lucky path made me once meet a martial art Teacher. Let me make a brief reroute just for a moment here.
If you’d meet me in your real life, you’d be hit by how peaceful I am. I used my training just a couple of times, literally a couple. And even if it helped me getting out of unpleasant situations, and I recommend taking a course to anyone who feels like it, the ability to defend myself is not the reason I love this activity so much.
Practicing dance after “owning” a martial art is like being able to walk into parallel roads with the gift of ubiquity: you must know your body, listen to it, train it to be strong, stretch it to be flexible.
But when you dance…you must let go and follow just your inner rhythm, moving without thinking about it because the body already knows what to do and how. You must let yourself be free into music, you must be brave and just do it. Ignore the stares, other people’s eyes, pretend you own just you ears and your body, let go and live it.
Into the sea of emotions in which my book throwed me, without even knowing if I’ll ever be published or if this is just a dream, that’s how I feel.
The waves of the sea I was writing about in my last article show me the movements and I can only follow, bending with the purpose of not being broken, keeping it together against all the odds, watching at the same star night after night and dreaming about the land I’ll touch with my feet again, sooner or later.
I could fail and never make it, you know? Some wave tells me so. Other ones whisper keep dancing, writer, and let Luck show you if it’s into you as you feel or not.
