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...fit my notion of what this guy wanted me to be, no matter how hard I tried and how many times I stood on my own heart and stomped, I had failed. I was quite simply not good enough to be loved.
A dear friend of mine was at the time in her second year of studying the beautiful art of belly dance, and I’d attended a few of her shows, longingly staring at the gorgeous, happy women as they swayed and dazzled to exotic songs. At a tea date with said friend she suggested I attend a beginner class with her. “Oh,” I thought, “I don’t belong there.”
These were strange... (more)
...deserve to be happy and have a good life. I slowly try to plant the seed of courage, faith, and POSSIBILITY....
I'm not sure where I found this but it is something I have kept knowing I would use it at some point . It very much expresses part of what I am trying to say. This is your dance, dance it with joy and faith in your heart.
Shall we dance? One of the most important lessons I've learned is that life is a dance. Sometimes you lead and sometimes you follow. When you lead, you do it gently, firmly and clearly, and when you follow, do you so with trust. The... (more)
Emerson Mertens ~
Instructor, Company Director,
Actress, Photographer, Writer
In my mind, a dancer's body creates art, like paint on the brush of an artist or words on through the finger tips of a writer. The movements of a dancer speak as loudly as words on paper. It’s like watching a pen or paintbrush in motion displaying the beauty of each delicate movement…a true form of communication.
Em is a ballet dancer with a mission. She explains on her blog,
“I desire to use my training in the arts to bring hope, joy, and inspiration... (more)
...bring labor, enough work to leave me exhausted. Perhaps I actually live a life beyond the awakened drudgery of normalcy? Society feels no compassion for the sweat obtained through dreams, and yet, that's were the miracles of living are brought to a vivid reality. Yes, my thoughts are work, yes, that's my job, and yes, from it I am weary and sweaty. I'm off to work again, don't look for me on the street, my tasks take me to roads never seen, and I dance with voices never heard. -
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Leaving with my head still full of meds and wine, my lust still on her lips, we knew our next steps controlled the destiny of years. I cared not for what my life was before her. To be by her side, to feel her hair brush against me, to hear her voice call my name, these are what my life consisted of now. We waited on the corner for a ride she arranged while I was asleep. I nodded briefly, a victim of my hangover, and woke when I heard the muffled, "thump, thump, thump, thump" of its muffler. The car reminded me of an older converted cop car. The hard seats were uncomfortable as I slid in.... (more)
Do not tell me what your mind says Speak to me of your soul and essence Open yourself to look within What dance is your soul hungry to perform? What lingering winds fuel this dance? What is the purpose as it glides through The platform we call life? Who set the stage for this dance? How was this vision of beauty and wonder Given birth? What does your soul say As it plays out your own unique song? What does your conscious freedom Think of this creation? What does your existence express? What do you offer to the universe That is different than what others bring? What joy... (more)
...which she always thought would connect her to the world of cherished dream. And she does. She breaks the convention and unbound embarks on a journey to feel the freedom.
In her new find mode, she discovers reason to rejoice. She raises her hands to embrace the cloud and prays for rain. She is at peace. In here serene existence, she understood the absurdity of gone time. And now, all she doing is composing a song to celebrate her unfettered existence. She is reborn... Thunderous cloud applauds her rebirth and rain too comes to bless her...She dance and says, “THIS IS MY LIFE”(more)
...birds creates an acoustic aura of dazzling sound. Magically within us in silence, we create our own music and that’s how you unshackle your self from dreary spell of boredom.
Am I sounding crazy or insane? Are you wondering? Come on folks, this not a time, to wonder, its time to dance. Let's face the music and dance.
Just hold on do and listen to me, what I say to you now. Whistle and feel the music. Have you whistled, come on try it? Oh! I can see you don’t want to. What is holding you man…just try…yes I know now, that you are. Wait a minute, if you think I am... (more)
...from his dreams and he feels her. Mood is eventually turning into ecstasy. What is that which is seducing him? Lustfully, he yields to the seduction. He is crawls out and sultry day connive to untie.
It’s raining and she walks in with inviting charm of sensuality, to hold her... to dance with her. Rain with blazing beauty, blesses the moments with erotic charm. The rain drops kisses her bare shoulders…the beads of water jewels hangs on for a while and then leave the edges to roll down to her cheeks and the lips. As the water accumulates more space, it prolifically... (more)
...embarrassment; there you appear again with an enchanting smile; I feel the magic working and I walk towards you…You see me coming and stand in silence. You are expecting surprises and I oblige your expectations…because I knew the inevitability. I look into your eyes and ask SEÑORITA MAY I DANCE WITH YOU. You utter no words but in silence you nod. Outside it is pouring heavily and here with the music we embrace the fire. Mood glides the body and music sets the rhythm. We continued till wee hours. And now you are gone and quietly, I see, the dawn breaking to its glory and realizes that... (more)
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