More Than That

I made it out alive.

In one piece.

With everything intact,

and where I want them to be.

And I had myself a “grand ole’ time”…

in the arms of someone who’s name I do not know,

nor particularly care to know.

Not for anything really but because

whatever else was going on,

the most important thing was,

the dance.

It was all about the dance.

I may rue the day stilettos were invented,

but I didn’t feel the pain until I was on my way home.

It was worth it though.

Sometimes, you find yourself a really good dance partner,

and you twirl and spin around and around till

the only other thing left to do

is to laugh your heart out

because you’re doing something you love.

And to you, I say thank you.

Nameless as you are.

I had fun.

It was a good night. 

I made it out alive.

More than that,

I made it out, feeling alive.

 

See You On The Other Side

The other day I posted something about the song “Better Days”… and hearing it again when I happened to see the movie “Eat, Pray, Love”. I also mentioned the story’s “partly autobiographical”…No, not that I wrote it But it does parallel my life somewhat.

So, anyway, I’ve eaten…had my fill of the good stuff (and I’m not just talking about food) and I know pretty much I’ll keep on wanting to do that – enjoy life’s pleasures.

But then, I might have just bypassed pray altogether…although I like to think that every time I marveled at something new or old, something simple, an experience, a new friendship, it was already a form of prayer. Then again, perhaps it’s time to take it up a notch. Or go deeper.

I knew I went straight to love… a great many loves. And I’ve felt the most amazing connections really, but without the right foundation for it, I now find myself at a crossroads.

Between thinking this is all that I want – to be single and happily living my life on my own. And then there’s this tug on my heartstrings that whispers I would also be happy sharing my life. Again.

I said once that most of my relationships are short-term because that is all I can handle at the moment, that it’s all that I want, all that I’m being…so I am drawn to those kinds of relationships.

And I admit, I know how true that is for me.

Only, like I said, I quit the superficial stuff… it’s not enough anymore. I want something with more substance and real intimacy.

But I may just be jumping ahead of myself here. Bypassing “pray” might not have been such a great idea after all. I was just in such a hurry to live big and love great. I wanted to take it all in and I still do.  I see nothing wrong with that, but perhaps balancing that with a little more introspection would be good too?

So, here’s the thing.

Where I’m from, the “Holy Week” is a huge thing (meaning, a long holiday season, no work, and practically most shops and clubs are closed). Perfect time to engage in a little introspection. Or a lot.

Depends on what I find when I get there. 

And while I’m doing that, all will be quiet in this blog (and maybe my other blogs as well).

See you on the other side. 

Wish me luck.

A Whole New Level Of Ouch

So… going back to my 52 week list then.

Well, No. 12 was going to be hip-hop…but something came first. Aerial Silk

And for those who are not quite familiar with what it is… well, have you watched Cirque Du Soleil?  You know those acrobats who fly around holding on to those flimsy looking silk cloths attached to the ceiling?  It’s that.

It’s the closest thing to flying as I can get now.

Hmm, technically this may not qualify as No. 12 though. Because I can honestly say, it’s not something I “never” would have tried. After all when it comes to dancing, I’d pretty much try anything.

So tried/enrolled I did.  Went to my first lesson earlier, and I have to say, it was a whole new level of ouch! At least all those pole dancing muscles I built up helped but already I can feel muscles I didn’t even think I have complaining, even as I write this.

Still it was such a natural high… I drove home in a daze. I was literally shaking though  - my muscles were THAT tired. But it was exhilarating and I can’t wait for the next session. Although, let me see how I feel tomorrow first.

Here’s hoping I can lift my arms then.

Ouch!