
Born to be Loved
A child’s way into this world is ushered in by love. At the moment of birth, from out of nowhere, the mother is flooded with a surge of love; joy of its purest form binds mother and babe ever after.
Captivated by rays of dancing sunlight on the walls, a child plays by himself, lost for hours within his enchanted kingdom.
Love is our birthright, is it not? By the same token, is not play our due? The game of love thereupon delivered. A natural birth indeed, however, in time we forget how to play.
We are gifted with many inborn abilities for self-expression but at times we are just unable to connect. A little investigation and deep probing may be necessary to discover and embody our unique and natural talents.
A blog is driven by passion but it is not always accessible. What’s a girl to do?
Foreplay
I begin by treasure hunting. I search for jeweled pins to cleverly tie together all the puzzle pieces: the topic, the anecdotes, the newsworthy, the facts and, of course, the play on words… Even if my subject is clear, I will never begin to write until I have discovered the loving path to play. I simply cannot begin to brew my blog without a hefty dose of love and a clear game plan.
Good Morning!
It is five a.m. Saturday morning and I am busy at the computer composing this week’s new post. I’ve been awake since about three a.m.! I pulled myself out of a dream to record some important pins: thoughts and ideas that I just could not afford to lose. On the one hand, in an effort to go back to sleep, I tried listening to a guided meditation but, on the other hand, I kept pausing to record yet another “must remember this”, more glue to properly seal the post… At four a.m. I gave in and got up. I just could not shut off my mind’s chitter chatter. I had to get up and begin to write before all of my beautiful jewels would be lost forever between the sheets.
And now I find myself desperately trying to recover all of my notes. My electronic notebooks have autocorrected all of my mistakes and suddenly I simply cannot understand what I see in front of me! I can’t remember what it was that I wrote down.
HELP! Is there anyone in the house who speaks “smart”?!
I Need a Translator Pronto!
So as my beloved whispered to me last night: “the foreplay lasts a week” and I love every minute of it: the caresses, magical words, embraces, laughter and the journey of discovery the foreplay brings. With no further ado, a blog is born.
I am ever so grateful that my family still stands by me. Any words are fair game to be snatched and electronically engraved and displayed for all to see. I can see hubby now as I write, warning me not to take what is not mine… He is still smiling so we must be good for now!
Going Steady
Last night we dined at our favorite neighborhood Druze restaurant, El’Kheir (Carmel, Haifa), a jewel not to be missed. On the one hand, hubby and I simply don’t go out enough, but, on the other hand, we are always going out…
When our children were still young, hubby and I began our Friday morning routine. Every Friday we would go out for breakfast and play: biking, frolicking on the beach and even discovering the magic of ballroom dancing. We reignited our passion and our relationship blossomed.
It is Saturday. These days Saturday is our day to mountain bike together. Of late, we have been joining the Mercaz Shetach, Alon Haglail bikers.
Saturday morning, just past seven a.m., and it is ever so busy. The parking lots are full and everyone has hit the trails.
Last Saturday I was missed, or so they say. Between you and me, I know that they were just missing the treats that I bring along, the stuffed dates (nuts and sometimes even chocolate – yummy…).
MMM Magic
Last Saturday I spent at a Nia workshop. I had to pass on our Saturday bike ride. About the time that we began ballroom dancing and mountain biking in earnest, Nia came into my life
…What the heck is Nia?!
Please allow me to share some pearls straight out of the “playroom”:
♦ It’s energy, it’s joy, it’s fun … it’s hot!
♦ I am fifty and I never danced before. Suddenly I am dancing and I feel WONDERFUL!
♦ I come in beat and leave … WOW!
♦ It (Nia) allows me to be a butterfly, a salsero, a yogi … to be as I fancy!
♦ In Nia there is something about the Joy of Movement, it is more than the choreography or the technique. It is food for the soul.
Are you curious? A picture is worth a thousand words… Please take a look here…
For many, Nia is a homecoming of sorts, arousing deep primal emotions and evoking a passionate path of self-discovery. I must admit that this was not the case for me. One day I simply saw my reflection in the mirror and recalled my former self. She was gone. Little semblance of resemblance remained. Nia certainly played a big part of this change.
I discovered the body of a dancer: not just the muscle tone but the movements as well. For the first time, I felt the blossoms of grace as I moved. I dared to speak from the heart. Gone were the detached meetings with strangers. My characteristically gruff outer demeanor and my inner reserve disappeared as my whole emerged. For once, the inside and the outside radiated with contagious happiness and joy.
I found myself embraced by a powerful community, each dancer bringing his own unique self to class. It was wonderful to see the magic that accompanied each and every teacher to the dancefloor, each a star in his own right.
My first Nia workshop was a memorable experience. We had only just begun and suddenly the power went out. Our amazing trainer did not even bat an eye. She continued to move. She led us with her moves and her sweet song. Such was the bulk of our workshop: no lights but one shining star was amongst us. This was but a glimpse of the magic that Nia had to offer.
The Nia technique has a secret method to transcribe both music and movement. Neither a musician nor a dancer by birth, even I was able to artistically master the “baring” (Nia’s musical notation) technique. I now boast the fluency of a secret magical language.
As I began my practice of Nia, I rediscovered the magic of play. I embodied the Joy of Movement (JOY). Happiness and play paved my way forward. My love for life expanded exponentially.
Rosh Hashanna, the Jewish New Year, is upon us and I wish to give gratitude. Thanks dear sis for bringing Nia into my life.
With love and with play life is sweeter.
Shana Tova Ve Metuka ♥
P.S. What the heck is Nia?! Want to discover first hand? Come and join me this and every Tuesday evening!
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You tell your future! The power is ours!