Dance, dance, wherever you may be

I danced as a child. For many years. And then I stopped. Abruptly. 

Today, I met a dear friend with whom I danced in school. She still dances today and asked if I would join her.

I love dance. Everything about it. From the music and movement, to the shoes and leotards, to the stage and rehersals. I love everything there is to love about dance. I spent many years doing ballet, but the truth is all types of dance fascinate me. Dance with rhythm and definite movement, not the strange awkward pieces that pass off as art these days. I admire the discipline, the focus on perfection, the form, whether individual or group. I miss all this – I have missed it for years now.

And today, pondering a return to ballet, I wonder if I will ever dance again. I dance to be on stage. That is really what I love about dance – the performance. I know I can never perform again – I’m soon to be on the wrong side of thirty. But there is still the strong draw to recapture the moments of my youth. The excitement, the dedication, the end result.

I come back to this every few years, desperate to find that little piece of my past that I so loved. It’s never the same and it never will be. And yet, I still come back to it.

So will I dance again? Maybe I will. Even if it’s to recapture something long gone, it is mine to keep, mine to treasure. It will be fun, silly and hopefully will help me get back into shape.

Dance again, my sweet. Time is short. There is little to ponder.

Blogging is so….

Yesterday.

Indeed. 2009 hasn’t been a good year for posts. Ideas are few, motivation to write lacking. Micro-blogging seems to have taken over, in the form of status updates on Facebook and 140-character lines on Twitter. Perhaps that is the reality – my ability to construct a coherent piece of prose has gone down the drain.

Still, I’m not ready to shut this blog down. I believe there will be a day when I will seek sizeable airing space again.