When I'm dancing, I'm not thinking about anything. I am here. I am totally there. You know? And the feeling is a sensation of being away from myself.
Paulo Coelho
The arts section of the New York Times is filled with pictures of dancers. Every week, their lithe forms arc across the pages. It is even beautiful to see them captured in stillness, a flash of a moment. It's total surrender to the art form. I find it captivating.
My dearest friend was a prima ballerina in her twenties, and I find the way she moves through the world equally captivating.
I love to dance. It is one of my favorite things in the world. I got to go dancing this weekend, which I love, for all of the reasons that Coehlo talks about.
When I was young my parents felt that I was too sporty to be graceful, so though I asked for dance classes, they always signed me up for t-ball, or soccer, or basketball and tennis. My sister was the dancer. My father would say, you are too quick on your feet to dance, you should run and play tennis. Then in college, I signed up for a Indian dance class where we would have learned all of the mudras of classical Indian dance. Not enough people signed up, so the class was canceled. So I found rock-climbing and it was a lot like dancing to me. It requires the same stamina and flexibility and strength. Yoga is like dancing too.
When I was younger in my twenties, I used to like to go alone and not talk to anyone, just go and dance and leave. On Saturday, before I knew it, it was 2 am. There was a natural pulse, and I found it and lost a sense of time and place. For me, it is a real feeling of being away.
Paulo Coelho
The arts section of the New York Times is filled with pictures of dancers. Every week, their lithe forms arc across the pages. It is even beautiful to see them captured in stillness, a flash of a moment. It's total surrender to the art form. I find it captivating.
My dearest friend was a prima ballerina in her twenties, and I find the way she moves through the world equally captivating.
I love to dance. It is one of my favorite things in the world. I got to go dancing this weekend, which I love, for all of the reasons that Coehlo talks about.
When I was young my parents felt that I was too sporty to be graceful, so though I asked for dance classes, they always signed me up for t-ball, or soccer, or basketball and tennis. My sister was the dancer. My father would say, you are too quick on your feet to dance, you should run and play tennis. Then in college, I signed up for a Indian dance class where we would have learned all of the mudras of classical Indian dance. Not enough people signed up, so the class was canceled. So I found rock-climbing and it was a lot like dancing to me. It requires the same stamina and flexibility and strength. Yoga is like dancing too.
When I was younger in my twenties, I used to like to go alone and not talk to anyone, just go and dance and leave. On Saturday, before I knew it, it was 2 am. There was a natural pulse, and I found it and lost a sense of time and place. For me, it is a real feeling of being away.
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