Dancing for Joy

I attended the Byzantine Festival ,a local winter festival on Alberta Avenue. In a neighbourhood slowly succeeding  at reinventing itself, from a place you wouldn't want to walk in after dark into an arts area.

As we trod along the street scape enjoying the activities we came across a dance studio that offers

 belly dance among other things. Music flowed out as I squeezed in. The space was full of everything!

Music, costumes, eastern rugs and dancers blended to awaken  rich luxuriant excitement.

Serendipity

 just happens....something calls......a book jumps of a shelf and must be read.

 (Does that ever happen to anyone else? The book jumping of a shelf thing, it happens to me all the time and I always listen)

Be open to a  moment of serendipity

if you are not you may miss out on something or someone wonderful.

I found a dancing crone with her own tribe of dancing crones. 

A wonderful group of women of a certain age (of course) all dancing. Not because they will ever be great dancers but just for the joy of it.

From the first class I knew...

I just knew... now we are in the throws of forming a preforming troupe.

Happily willing to make fools of our selves and have fun doing it

At least that's what I've been telling myself.

Scary.... unnerving...I'm actually doing this

Oh wow so exciting!

Hello again

 The blogging has fallen away for a time. Well I'm ready to be back at it, albeit from a different prospective.

It's been a time of transition...

Crone  Mother  Maid


My crone years have arrived. 


The physical transition is a bit like puberty what with all those changing hormones etc. Maybe I should say hormoans since there certainly is quite a bit of that going on. 

I notice that everything is getting closer to the floor. I  think of it as the three drooping Bees..Bum, Breasts and  belly. What! BELLY!! where did that come from? My own fault. I could do something about that last B...
I suppose

Ooh well


 The there's the f-word. Yes the capital F-word It is absolutely the right word! I try not to notice that my face seems to be slowly but steadily sliding down my skull


 but I do :o

  


Oh well


Suddenly the world is way too hot, I mean airconditioning even at -20 hot. Some say this may pass, but only if I'm lucky. I talked to this woman that was 80....who knew? Too depressing to go there.

See what I mean by hormoaning? 


Oh just one more. I really really wanted a lovely head of grey/white hair. While my hubby's family turns out fantastic heads of grey willy nilly there is no precedent in my family. I'm so-o- jealous, 


Oh well.


I don't know whether to laugh or cry


so much for a graceful entrance




Oh well.




I choose 


 a joyful path


a soulful way


I choose the wild way


I choose to be a diva crone


I do..


You'll see