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We’re fools whether we dance or not, so we might as well dance.
We’re fools whether we dance or not, so we might as well dance.
Japanese Proverb
I can’t say I’m the best dancer - my daughter often teases me when I bust a move on the kitchen floor. She’s naturally talented with incredible rhythm and I’m sure she wonders where she gets it from. Nonetheless, I have my first Flamenco lesson tonight and I’m pretty excited about it - nothing like stretching outside my comfort zone.
Flamenco may be an odd choice of dance but it feels right for me. When I go out dancing with my running partner, I’m like a fish out of water with all the grinding and krumping. My style is unique - I use my hands so when I first saw flamenco dancers with their flores (gently rotating hand movement), I thought, “Hey, that’s the way I dance.” Besides, I grew up with paintings of Spanish flamenco dancers on our walls at home. When compared to the rest of the somber art the flamenco dancers were so alive that you could almost hear their castanets.
There’s something about the stomping that I like. It’s defiant. Maybe that’s what this year is all about – defying the death of a relationship and choosing to live. Besides, I’d rather be a fool who dances than a fool who doesn’t.
What are you interested in that would stretch you outside your comfort zone? Would it be okay not to do something well for awhile?
I can’t say I’m the best dancer - my daughter often teases me when I bust a move on the kitchen floor. She’s naturally talented with incredible rhythm and I’m sure she wonders where she gets it from. Nonetheless, I have my first Flamenco lesson tonight and I’m pretty excited about it - nothing like stretching outside my comfort zone.
Flamenco may be an odd choice of dance but it feels right for me. When I go out dancing with my running partner, I’m like a fish out of water with all the grinding and krumping. My style is unique - I use my hands so when I first saw flamenco dancers with their flores (gently rotating hand movement), I thought, “Hey, that’s the way I dance.” Besides, I grew up with paintings of Spanish flamenco dancers on our walls at home. When compared to the rest of the somber art the flamenco dancers were so alive that you could almost hear their castanets.
There’s something about the stomping that I like. It’s defiant. Maybe that’s what this year is all about – defying the death of a relationship and choosing to live. Besides, I’d rather be a fool who dances than a fool who doesn’t.
What are you interested in that would stretch you outside your comfort zone? Would it be okay not to do something well for awhile?
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