Our lives are an endless choreography of stillness and movement within space.
Entertainment funds are at low tide so I get my thrills watching YouTube clips for free.
I sit at the computer and, accessing a deep well of memory, type in ‘Dance With Me’. This brings up a clip of Fred Astaire and Cyd Charisse interpreting with exquisite moves the music and words of this 1975 hit song by Orleans. I’m mesmerized by the beautiful synchronistic interplay of the dancers.
Viewing this brings to mind the last two lines of the poem, ‘Among School Children’, written by the fine Irish poet Yeats:
O body swayed to music, O brightening glance, How can we know the dancer from the dance?
Can we separate the dancer from the dance? Can we point a finger and say, ‘This bit is the dancer, and that bit is the dance.’?
Of course the answer is it’s impossible to separate the two. The dancer is the dance. The dance is the dancer. By unfolding each other they become one.
The dance emerges into the world as the dancer. The dancer makes visible the dance within.
You and I are dancers. Our lives are an endless choreography of stillness and movement within space.
Come dance with me. And for the sake of the whole world, let’s make the dance beautiful.
If you want to listen to a good song and see two people dance as one, click below.
Our lives are an endless choreography of stillness and movement within space.
With love, Marlane