I did not realize they had R & B in the 13th century when Rumi said, “Dancing is not just getting up painlessly, like a leaf blown on the wind; dancing is when you tear your heart out and rise out of your body to hang suspended between the worlds.”
Is that an out of body experience? When the music touches your soul and allows you to forget any body movements or awkwardness that is when you are totally connected to the music as it was intended by the composer.
Years ago, I went to a blues club and listened to this live band. The music was so good, I could not help but get up from my table and start moving to the music. My date was a bit uncomfortable but wanted to be a gentleman and not let me dance alone since there was no dance floor at this place. So he started dancing with me. At the break, the singer of the band came to sit with us. He looked at me and said point blank, “You are not from Toronto” which was where this club was. He said it was the nicest compliment to musicians when people cannot help but get up and dance to the music they are playing. I had not been out to bars much but the few places I had been in Montreal and our Jazz festival with music in the street…people just dance when the music moves them.
I remember another time my partner at the time told me when I was dancing to soul music, that he felt I was in another world, “It’s as if you don’t even know that I`m here.” He appeared disappointed that the music took hold of me and away from him. Unfortunately, I don’t think he actually “heard” the same music I did.
Listening to good music especially R & B and just sitting down to listen feels so constricted…almost like we are being punished by teasing us with the melodies and we are confined to our seats. It is like having an itch and you are not allowed to scratch it. What do you do when you hear music that truly moves you?
eyes closed swaying to the beat out of body dancing freely like a child the spirit moves
He knew his old jalopy was on its last leg. If only he could make it to the grocery store one last time. He had a few heavy items he needed to stock up on, like cat litter, a few litres of juice, cans of soup, cranberries, potatoes, yams and a huge turkey for Christmas dinner. The light turned green and he moved across the intersection slowly…
crossing the street
that clunker finally died
he smiled bashfully
cars honked impatiently
others looked with apathy
first snowfall awakening her inner child snow kissed cheeks
Yet snow has many phases and qualities that can be fun and sometimes not so fun. Like wet sticky snow may be heavy for shoveling but such a joy for children.
pounding and rolling sculpting with a mission first snow man
pounding and rolling lining up a whole bunch snowball fight
sculpting with a mission carving a few huge blocks home in her snow fort
first snow man always wishes for the cold keeping him safe
Stepping onto virgin snow is always a special feeling and depending on the temperature the textures change.
mild wintry walk snow falling ever so lightly like fairy dust
Dipping just a few degrees can make winter feel so magical and fun…
snow showers soft and plentiful like down filled bedding spreading limbs luxuriously making perfect snow angels
Ah, but as the thermometer dipped much lower last week, she had to wear her down filled coat, ski mask and pilot hat with the ears down as well as snow pants and her down filled mittens the snow adds a new element for having been on the ground awhile. It forms a crust invisible to the eye but not to the ears…
footprints forming waves weaving with her winter boots light of the full moon sounds echo with each step shadow keeps her company
It’s that time of year again. How it comes around so fast some people think. There is barely enough time to get ready for the holidays. And yet, the empty bellies and aching souls live in a world where time crawls like a cunning snake, preying sufferers will just give up.
(troiku)
man in a red suit rings a bell for offerings holding a glass bowl
man in a red suit
folks don’t notice a beggar
holding out his cup
rings a bell for offerings
filling bellies at Christmas
‘tis the season
holds a big glass bowl
in hopes for silent gifts
not the clink of coins
Looking out the window, she sees all the cars at the Mall. Not an encouraging site to get out unless going for a walk. The sidewalks are not cleared; the road is slushy and cars are impatient with last minute shopping and coming home from work. No, staying warm wrapped in her grandmother’s shawl admiring the lit Christmas tree seems like a wise alternative.
dreaming
what once was
miracles of Christmas
dreaming
remembering her father
cleaning the chimney
what once was
mysteries of the North Pole
Santa ate his snack!
miracle of Christmas
where did all those gifts come from
after midnight mass
Her best feline friend (bff) follows her like a puppy all day long on her last day off work.
Catnaps all day long
cuddling near her mistress
faintly snoring