Howdy Howdy all!

I love to move. I love to move around, to move from place to place, I just love motion. Transition. The idea of change for the sake of change and that is what movement is, change.

Now dont laugh but I dont care for American Idol but I simply Love "So you think you Can Dance" and I will tell you why. The idea of the body as art in motion. The human body as the voice of the soul. Who was the artist who painted movement? Degas? I dont know, I think that's the guy, but I totally understand what he was trying to capture. The soul manifested.

I walk most places and part of it is because of my environmental tree-hugging tendencies but the other is because I love physical movement. When I walk I process. I process the food I have eaten, I process thoughts that I have had to put to the side during my busy hours, I process the things around me. Movement, motion, allows us to just let go.

Think of the movements of your body, even in mundane tasks...

Typing away at a keyboard for instance. The rhythmic strokes of graceful fingers. They move as fast as you manifest thoughts it seems. Everything we want to share springs to life from the movement of our fingers against the inanimate, which brings into being something that would stay hidden and forbidden without our dancing digits.

What about dance? Lyric, jazz, ballet, hip-hop, tap, ballroom, salsa they all say something to the world about life as art,

Lyric=expressive, jazz=painful beauty, hip-hop=protest, tap=ancient, ballroom=love, salsa=raw passion, all from the movement of our bodies.

Making love. An ultimate and inate expression of art as life. Conception.

Perpetuation, creativity, freedom.

Move y'all! Get up and MOVE! How about some poetry...here goes...

Ballad

(after the spanish)


forgive me if i laugh
you are so sure of love
you are so young
and i too old to learn of love.

the rain exploding
in the air is love
the grass excreting her
green wax is love
and stones remembering
past steps is love,
but you. you are too young
for love
and i too old.

once. what does it matter
when or who, i knew
of love.
i fixed my body
under his and went
to sleep in love
all trace of me
was wiped away

forgive me if i smile
young heiress of a naked dream
you are so young
and i too old to learn of love.--Sonia Sanchez

Goddess Bless!