if I can’t dance…

I’ve been doing a lot of research about the 1930s. I want to better understand the lives of my ancestors (and the world) during that turbulent time in history. Old movies, photographs, interviews, books, and music are allowing me to time travel in a way that’s marvelously connecting me to the past.

I ordered this vintage dress from eBay for twenty-five bucks. The way it moves far surpassed my expectations. Somehow this dress makes me feel connected to my maternal grandmother, Mildred who died before I was born. I’ve been told she was quite a dancer.

If I can’t dance, I don’t want to be part of your revolution.

—Emma Goldman (1869-1940) women’s rights activist/anarchist

A big thank you to my daughter Willa for her photography of me goofing off in this magical swingin’ dress.

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a few thoughts on lingering…

Yesterday in my South End Studio NIA class, my friend and instructor Sabrina talked about lingering. She spoke about savoring moments…quiet, personal awareness, and being intentional about not letting those moments fade from memory (or sensation) too soon.

linger: to be slow in parting or in quitting something

This had resonance for me. I’ve thought a lot about lingering over the last 24 hours.

I find beauty and inspiration in so many realms all day, every day. I generally see this part of me as a gift. Sometimes, however, the frequency can feel more like a curse…perhaps lingering is the solution.

I want to linger in the face of…

awe

curiosity

memory

spark

wonder

delight

Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers, and I linger on the shore, And the individual withers and the world is more and more.Tennyson

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AE8pZpZE4EE

Thank you Sabrina! ❤️