I don’t really know what to think about the Dancing in the Rain video. It seems to be in stark contrast to what we’ve watched the last two days. I don’t know anything about dance. It seems that the people were using dance as a form of communication with each other, but I’m struggling to see the meaning. This seemed much more peaceful and calm than the other two videos. At the end, they all stood in a circle and shook hands; that reminded me of the video making it’s rounds of the teachers who have different handshakes for each student in their class.
I don’t know about you but I need a vacation. Some place warm and calm. On the computer….buying a ticket and off I go. I didn’t really bring a bag because I’m going to place where it doesn’t matter what you have on. The warm breeze is so relaxing as I lay in my hammock looking up at the sky. Birds fly by, so high they look like tiny specs, but I can hear them close in the distance. They must have found the crust of the sandwich I ate 20 minutes ago. I thought about how soft the ground was as I walked from my rental car in the parking lot to the shade between the coconut trees. What at first felt like hard gravel, now feels smooth as it pours through my toes as I walk. I laugh as I think about my children and how much they would think this place looks like Motunui. I miss them. I miss their laughter. They’re probably at home arguing with each other as my mother separates them into different rooms. Not here. There are no rooms and no spaces. You are free to move and to run and dance and sing. Everything is calm, yet so alive. The wind causes everything to sway. It’s hot but the moisture from the ocean cools me down. I wonder what Maui is doing now that he has his hook back. I wish I were a wayfinder, but I get lost all the time. I can’t remember where I parked my car. Who cares right now? Not me. For the next five minutes I’m going to enjoy this moment. Before I shut off my computer I take one last look at the image on the screen. If only was truly there. Oh well! The work day is over and it’s home for me. The Lesson is ready for tomorrow and I have all of my copies made. I really hate September.
One of my fondest memories of my late brother Martin took place in a setting very similar to the picture; a beach in Montego Bay Jamaica.although the setting is associated with fun and relaxation, it is bittersweet for me. Our lives for seven days and six nights seem to never end. We were on a merry go round of pure pleasure. We rose, we ate, we drank, some smoked, we laughed, we swam, and then changed clothes for the end of the day activities, only to repeat the morning. Except at night, we enjoyed shows and dancing in the local clubs until the wee hours of the night. There were 46 of us...my best friend also got married to her new beau! We partied(in my Prince voice) like it was 1999. It was in fact 2017 and the last happy memory that my brother and I will ever share here on earth.
I don’t really know what to think about the Dancing in the Rain video. It seems to be in stark contrast to what we’ve watched the last two days. I don’t know anything about dance. It seems that the people were using dance as a form of communication with each other, but I’m struggling to see the meaning. This seemed much more peaceful and calm than the other two videos.
ReplyDeleteAt the end, they all stood in a circle and shook hands; that reminded me of the video making it’s rounds of the teachers who have different handshakes for each student in their class.
I don’t know about you but I need a vacation. Some place warm and calm. On the computer….buying a ticket and off I go. I didn’t really bring a bag because I’m going to place where it doesn’t matter what you have on. The warm breeze is so relaxing as I lay in my hammock looking up at the sky. Birds fly by, so high they look like tiny specs, but I can hear them close in the distance. They must have found the crust of the sandwich I ate 20 minutes ago. I thought about how soft the ground was as I walked from my rental car in the parking lot to the shade between the coconut trees. What at first felt like hard gravel, now feels smooth as it pours through my toes as I walk. I laugh as I think about my children and how much they would think this place looks like Motunui. I miss them. I miss their laughter. They’re probably at home arguing with each other as my mother separates them into different rooms. Not here. There are no rooms and no spaces. You are free to move and to run and dance and sing. Everything is calm, yet so alive. The wind causes everything to sway. It’s hot but the moisture from the ocean cools me down. I wonder what Maui is doing now that he has his hook back. I wish I were a wayfinder, but I get lost all the time. I can’t remember where I parked my car. Who cares right now? Not me. For the next five minutes I’m going to enjoy this moment. Before I shut off my computer I take one last look at the image on the screen. If only was truly there. Oh well! The work day is over and it’s home for me. The Lesson is ready for tomorrow and I have all of my copies made. I really hate September.
ReplyDeleteOne of my fondest memories of my late brother Martin took place in a setting very similar to the picture; a beach in Montego Bay Jamaica.although the setting is associated with fun and relaxation, it is bittersweet for me. Our lives for seven days and six nights seem to never end. We were on a merry go round of pure pleasure. We rose, we ate, we drank, some smoked, we laughed, we swam, and then changed clothes for the end of the day activities, only to repeat the morning. Except at night, we enjoyed shows and dancing in the local clubs until the wee hours of the night. There were 46 of us...my best friend also got married to her new beau! We partied(in my Prince voice) like it was 1999. It was in fact 2017 and the last happy memory that my brother and I will ever share here on earth.
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