Goals or Dreams

This is my last post with the theme “goals”.  Perhaps the use of the word “dreams” rather than goals maybe more appealing  to some.  However, for me dreams are intangible.  They cannot be touched and so cannot come to fruition.

But when I began to think about the goals I have set for myself I realised that they started when I noted down, without any rules , those funny, impossible, madcapped, and personal dreams in my trusty journal.  They were outlandish, they were trite perhaps to others, they seemed impossible or some were just wishful thinking.  BUT they were my dreams or aspirations.

 

“Keep your heart open to dreams.  For as long as there’s a dream there is hope, and as long as there is hope there is joy in living”.  Author unknown

 

The dreams were personal but once they were there in front of me having been given colour they began to become achievable.  Well, perhaps not all of them.  Yes, I still have those dreams that I will never see come to fruition but hey that’s fine with me.  I still enjoy the dreams.

I will give you an example.  One of my dreams which has become a constant in my journaling is to dance.  Now let me explain, I may have the rhythm in my head, but it never actually reaches my toes.  It is official that I have two left feet.

This doesn’t stop me loving and admiring the beauty and strength of ballet; the rhythm, costumes and history of national dances: imagining myself dancing on Strictly come Dancing or Dancing with the Stars; watching young people performing modern dance with such innovative moves; trying to do the moves from Hairspray on the Wii; or imagining me attending a 1940s themed dance and dancing the jive, the jitterbug  or the swing.

(I am sitting here typing amid tears of laughter as  my dream of dancing the swing ends in me standing on my partners toes, missing the swing totally and bringing everyone around me crashing to the floor.)

I have enjoyed the process of trying to turn those dreams into attainable goals.  Researching how I can do something and through that research perhaps realising that the goal is not something I need or want.  Sometimes the research has led me down a totally different path which has proven to be far more enjoyable and enlightening.

One thing I have learnt is that I agree with the quote from C.S Lewis “You are never too old to set another goal or dream a new dream.”

These dreams or goals do not have to come to fruition; sometimes just starting the journey is enough.

 

An Early Morning Dance

Standing on the back step, underneath an umbrella, mug in hand watching the rain.  It was a beautiful scene.  The wooden garden furniture had taken on a different hue.  In the rain the wooden seat seemed to glow as it was washed by the rain.

The rain drops were dancing on the glass table, making a dance as they tapped their way along to the edge.   A bucket had been placed strategically to catch the encore of the dance.

Looking up at the seomra or man shed a spider’s web glistened in the early morning light.  The gossamer web was bejewelled with drops of rain.  There was magic all around as this suburban garden was dressed by the rain.

The air smelt so differently.  It was so fresh and clear.  It was as if the rain has rejuvenated everything.  There was a richness abounding this oasis.

It reminded me of a blog post I read recently written by Honey Barapatre which talked of being rich https://inspireart.in/2018/07/15/being-rich/.

I realised that this morning I was so rich with the sights, sounds and smells brought by this shower of rain.  I have always loved the rain but perhaps because of the long hot dry summer which Ireland has been experiencing this shower of rain was even more special.

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Dance

Today April 29th is International Dance Day.

I enjoy watching people dance.  It is magical to see people effortlessly glide across a dance floor, or dancers performing intricate choreographed moves of a ballet.  The national dance of a country can inspire a sense of belonging.

I still am mesmerised when I watch a film with Ginger Rogers and Fred Astaire.  So many musicals have wonderful dance sequences and usually I am left just dumb struck after watching them.

Let me tell you a story.  Many moons ago I attended a dance workshop.  A London West End choreographer was taking the workshop.  The workshop was based around the musical “The Boyfriend”.  The first day was difficult in fact that was an understatement. It was impossible but I persevered.  First thing on the second morning we were divided up. I was put into a group which started to work on the very first dance we had learnt. The steps were modified but the work rate was still intense.  It was exhausting but exhilarating when finally we were able to get through the dance routine.  However, as the day finished I was taken aside and the choreographer told me that I epitomised the term “two left feet”.

Naturally I was disappointed but truth be told I knew that although I had the rhythm in my head for some unknown reason it never quite reached my feet.  I think it is knowing that my dancing is pretty terrible that I am in awe when I see spectacular dance moves or see a couple effortlessly gliding around a dance floor.  I also know that what seems effortless is in fact many hundred of hours of practice and more practise.

Knowing that technically I can’t dance doesn’t prevent me from dancing in the kitchen when a certain piece of music comes on the radio.  Or when that foot tapping music starts which just invites one to dance.

 

 

Dance – Poem by Tatianna Rei Moonshadow

I’ll dance all night
I’ll dance the pain away
I’ll dance until the morning sun
Graces us with day

I’ll dance until I’m numb
Until I don’t feel anymore
I’ll dance until I’m gone
And don’t remember what I’m dancing for

I’ll dance until you love me
I’ll dance the rest of my life
I’ll dance until you return
By the moon’s gentle light

I’ll dance to the music
Of my shattering heart
I’ll dance until it doesn’t hurt
As you tear me apart