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remember feeling perky about your writing?

Posted August 19th, 2011 by Ambo Suno

Sure, many of us aspire to be less self-centered, more evolved along the self-line and other lines. Feeling too swell about a fine riff or turn of phrase might indicate we aren't so developed. Maybe some even spend most time in a mode of world-seriousness or service to others.

But for a moment I invite to myself (no big stretch) and to you the chance to be the little girl or boy taking your turn at the center of the dance floor, shaking the bootie and whatever else you got going on, many eyes with humorous admiration upon us. If it helps, maybe call it the inner child, the healthy narcissism, the playful spirit.

Post below one of your favorite phrases or sentences, about which you felt frisson, riffsome joy, heaven forbid, pride. Sure, ok, the content matters - yet mostly, for this, something about style or flow or who knows what, as well.

I gotta admit, I'm wondering what you each would-will post. I'm predisposed to smile or be transported to poignancy or gravity. I don't know why I'm thinking of some people who haven't posted lately to join in - I'm wondering what Linda Hollier would choose, maybe Balder, Charles, well, all of YOU! [You professional writers are welcome, too.]

It could be very hard to choose, but if you don't mind, elect one anyway. We know that there were many more.

What I want to post is something recent that was my way of wrapping up a post to Annie who is living in a Michigan summer: "May mosquitos be small and torpid,"

Shuffle into the center as the music moves your grooves,

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on the dance floor

Posted August 19th, 2011 by Ambo Suno

"May mosquitos be small and torpid,"

ambo

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look ma, no supporting references

Posted August 19th, 2011 by Kerry Dugan

just last night:

 

Before we took to the streets in the Summer of Love we were raised entrained beyond the walls of our homes...

 

That whole 'speculations' post of yesterday evening could qualify as such a dance as you call for here. A letting it rip with wonder, passion, risk, and authentic originality in the sense of expressing what's sourced from self without external confirmations, yet. A move busted from inside, out. 

 

The hook that tugged me into this thread was, 'world-seriousness and service to others'. I thought, damn, [you've] got my number. Yet to me even the heavy density of yesterday's post is high play, deep recreation.

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a world forgotten

Posted August 19th, 2011 by kbd2005

he disposed of the world with a frown and a shrug.  what to do with this nonsense...?

 

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okay -

Posted August 20th, 2011 by Charles Bowling

 

Ambo,
 
I'll play along with yet another haiku:
 
Dance of the Eternal
 
Opposites at play
Each and every day in each
And every way: This!
 
-Charles

 

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Posted August 21st, 2011 by Johanna M

this color, an ocean.  then, bowing, we turned into pieces of rose quartz...

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thanks for playing

Posted August 22nd, 2011 by Ambo Suno

There is relative risk of a social and psychological nature to step onto someone else's dance-floor opportunity.There is a chance to be perceived as dork or dweeb. Yet when the music is playing loud enough in us and we have allowed ourselves into a rhythmic groove in the presence of others, the confidence and carefree whirling, stomping, writhing, swaying can take us to the edge of a lift off. Yes?

If we have some history with the host or DJ, that can be a help or inhibition. Dance and music and play are powerful, though, and one can be carried easily beyond. It is seeming to me this plain, grateful morning.

I don't want to diminish the real issues, intentions, states, or problems that people may feel on this Monday by talking frivolously.

I don't believe in "heaven" or most other afterlife stories. I do remember having, maybe a handful of times, fleeting images of people gathered together, of a surprising sudden, perhaps in a sunny field, with a happy innocence of playing young children. These adults and children in comfortable clothes that are family and strangers may not be running and moving much, but there are smiles and a highly kinetic joy and ease. They are so happy to see us, and there is no memory of past pain or trauma or bitterness. We are so happy to be home and feeling light, the past dissolved as though there were never any suffocating density of spirit and human strife. We feel free.

ambo