Dancing will be my theme for the month.
There has been a lot going on here in the fjord - it's rotten food time so we have been to two Þorrablót and another will be happening this weekend.
As you gathered I fell off the bus after the first Þorrablót - where I danced and danced and danced. Two weeks later we had the town fest and although I was walking like an old lady with a very bad hip problem I still managed to dance and dance and dance - and had a wonderful time... So strange, that I can dance - but I can't walk. Maybe I should just try to dance to work - then it might not hurt so much.
I am going to let this blog entry be a bit of a ramble...
I am wondering about how others feel about dancing - I know that Vicki likes to dance at home - but not in public... I know my mum loves to dance - but the opportunities for 83 year olds to go dancing are limited, as are the opportunities for 48 year olds... we need to get a team together to head out into the public arena... Dancing at home is fine - but not the same (well for me anyway).
When looking for a quote for injury the dance quote came up and with them a number of quotes from Nietzsche - never would I have associated him as a dance man - wasn't he the one that said that God was dead...
I will leave you with what he said:
I would believe only in a God that knows how to dance. ~Friedrich Nietzsche
Dancing in all its forms cannot be excluded from the curriculum of all noble education; dancing with the feet, with ideas, with words, and, need I add that one must also be able to dance with the pen? ~Friedrich Nietzsche
And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music. ~Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche
I do not know what the spirit of a philosopher could more wish to be than a good dancer. For the dance is his ideal. ~Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche
I think that I need to read some Nietzsche... a man that knows.....
2 comments:
Now you're talkin'! I LOVE to dance. I always dreamed of being a dancer when I was little and started saving my leftover lunch money in Jr. High School to pay for my own dance lessons, Mom and Dad insisted on piano. But after Dad saw me in my first Ballet, Tap and Jazz recital he told mom to pay for the dance lessons, not because I was so bad, but he could see how much I really loved it. I took lessons for about 8 years and even taught in the later years.
My parents were great dancers, jitter-bug, Texas style swing, etc. So we also learned that growing up.
Of course I grew-up in the 60s to 70s so there's all those dances from The Monkey to Disco.
Just a couple of weekends ago I went to see my sister in Houston and we went out dancing! Back in the day a girl wouldn't venture out on the dance floor with out a male partner, but now.... who gives a flip? It's awesome. We'd dance a little country with the old Cowboys and then go outside to the patio and dance hip-hop with all the underage kids. I can't wait to go back! And yes I can still kick my foot above my head AND do the splits.
I like dancing :)
Last night I went and saw Boys Boys Boys! play at Mojo's and there were quite a number of people dancing at the front, some of them were quite hilarious. I danced behind them, not quite so vigorously. I haven't been to a gig in Perth for ages where there has been dancing like that.
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