<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4224168569885941432</id><updated>2012-02-16T02:54:25.891-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reasons to Dance</title><subtitle type='html'>Dance and life in front of a mirror.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reasonstodance.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224168569885941432/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reasonstodance.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10742472763208192123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w0jxtX5apWc/Tp5wUZ-nvTI/AAAAAAAAAD8/0JebCZ6LTuk/s220/karen%2Bheadshot.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4224168569885941432.post-2366979966571377940</id><published>2011-10-18T23:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T23:28:47.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reasons #5  to #101</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I'd just rather dance than do anything else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Anything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;At all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Reason to dance #5: It's better than anything else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Reasons to dance #6-#101: please&amp;nbsp;see reason #5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4224168569885941432-2366979966571377940?l=reasonstodance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reasonstodance.blogspot.com/feeds/2366979966571377940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reasonstodance.blogspot.com/2011/10/reasons-5-100.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224168569885941432/posts/default/2366979966571377940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224168569885941432/posts/default/2366979966571377940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reasonstodance.blogspot.com/2011/10/reasons-5-100.html' title='Reasons #5  to #101'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10742472763208192123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w0jxtX5apWc/Tp5wUZ-nvTI/AAAAAAAAAD8/0JebCZ6LTuk/s220/karen%2Bheadshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4224168569885941432.post-141054814515630365</id><published>2011-09-20T00:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T00:36:07.092-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking for a Good "Hot" Escape?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;There are the&amp;nbsp;legitimate things we need to escape from - abusive parents, a negative spouse, debt, doubt,&amp;nbsp;fear&amp;nbsp;of anything or everything...laziness as a way of life might even be enough of a reason to escape.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;For an excellent&amp;nbsp;vice - I'd like to recommend a dance studio. One with large Marley covered&amp;nbsp;floors, mirrors floor to ceiling, and music pounding so loud that conversation or reflective thought is impossible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;This is the chance to let&amp;nbsp;your guard at the gate of your insecurities down and pretend you are&amp;nbsp;the best dancer in the world. This is the chance to be someone with fire and passion and precision. You can be brilliant and glorious and no one has to know it isn't you. Even though, deep down inside - you&amp;nbsp;hope it is you, and will always be - all through the rest&amp;nbsp;of your life. Even when you walk out the door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Tonight,&amp;nbsp;while teaching my "Hot Mama's" class,&amp;nbsp;something snapped in my left knee while my sprained ankle&amp;nbsp;barked incessantly "Stop jumping!!"&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;It's hard to rise to "hot" when one knee is on strike and one ankle won't give in and play well with the others. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I keep hoping&amp;nbsp;to escape the ever encroaching knowledge that my dancing days may be over. That the guard at my gate&amp;nbsp;will now only let&amp;nbsp;my brilliant-precise-fire-dancer out for a minute.&amp;nbsp;My inner fire dancer is becoming&amp;nbsp;an ember.&amp;nbsp;Having used dance as my primary vestige of escape this leaves me with nowhere to run and&amp;nbsp;hide. Maybe I just won't walk out the door! Or I could fire the guard. I never liked him anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Reasons to Dance #4: Escaping into who you know you are, if only the guard at the gate&amp;nbsp;will let you out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img class="rg_hi" data-height="218" data-width="231" height="218" id="rg_hi" src="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTIRqCsVfSH_di2c3J2u2qYxLENIfAN9UEB-eCOxzDoPYHRDiHBCg" style="height: 218px; width: 231px;" width="231" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4224168569885941432-141054814515630365?l=reasonstodance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reasonstodance.blogspot.com/feeds/141054814515630365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reasonstodance.blogspot.com/2011/09/looking-for-good-hot-escape.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224168569885941432/posts/default/141054814515630365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224168569885941432/posts/default/141054814515630365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reasonstodance.blogspot.com/2011/09/looking-for-good-hot-escape.html' title='Looking for a Good &quot;Hot&quot; Escape?'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10742472763208192123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w0jxtX5apWc/Tp5wUZ-nvTI/AAAAAAAAAD8/0JebCZ6LTuk/s220/karen%2Bheadshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4224168569885941432.post-8825697962005325945</id><published>2011-09-01T11:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T12:22:33.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'>#3: Living Rooms</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;The first ballet I ever choreographed was entitled: "Blue Leaves." I was 5. My neighbor, Jan, cut out hundred's of blue leaves and we glittered each one carefully. Jan threw the leaves in the air as I magnificently executed each, well, for a lack of a better word - twirl.&amp;nbsp;Our Living Room Theatre held&amp;nbsp;our &lt;em&gt;families under protest&lt;/em&gt;, as our audience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I wish I had understood this quote&amp;nbsp;then&amp;nbsp; - or at least by now:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;"There is a vitality, a life force, a quickening that is translated through you into action and because there is only one of you in all time, this expression is unique. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;And if you block it, it will never exist through any other medium and will be lost. The world will not have it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;It is not your business to determine how good it is nor how valuable it is nor how it compares with other expressions. It is your business to keep it yours clearly and directly, to keep the channel open.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;You do not even have to believe in yourself or your work. You have to keep open and aware directly to the urges that motivate you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Keep the channel open. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;No artist is pleased. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;There is no satisfaction whatever at any time. There is only a queer, divine dissatisfaction, a blessed unrest that keeps us marching and makes us more alive than the others."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;~Martha Graham to Agnes&amp;nbsp; de Mille&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Check her out! This is&amp;nbsp;Martha Graham. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4187/1828/200/QUILTERS4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4187/1828/200/QUILTERS4.jpg" style="margin-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span class="text" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;“I wanted to begin not with characters or ideas, but with movements . . .I wanted significant movement. I did not want it to be beautiful or fluid. I wanted it to be fraught with inner meaning, with excitement and surge.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;–Martha Graham&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;She wanted significant movement. I think she got it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Okay, so,&amp;nbsp;my "Blue Leaves" ballet was neither beautiful nor fluid - but, it was fraught with inner meaning and there was lots of glitter. My brother laughed&amp;nbsp;at it. Loudly.&amp;nbsp;It was deeply humiliating. My tender, 5-year-old self threw the&amp;nbsp;blue leaves in the air and punched him in the kneecaps.That was my significant movement. &amp;nbsp;I didn't create another ballet until I was in my forties (still with lots of glitter).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;But, in the meantime,&amp;nbsp;I danced other's significant movement and their valuable ideas.&amp;nbsp;How&amp;nbsp;lucky is that? To have grown up and noticed the creative, intelligent human beings around me - and to have ignored my brother...eventually... I wonder if Martha and&amp;nbsp;Agnes ever had anyone laugh at their ideas...of course they did. (It probably wasn't their brother though.) These two women went on to change the world of dance and didn't seem to care what anybody else thought. Admirable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Reason to Dance #3: Surviving a brother's laughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I'm having the hardest time clicking "publish post" on this entry. I am not satisfied with it. There is just no satisfaction of any kind with any art. Even a blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Any &lt;em&gt;Living Room Ballet&lt;/em&gt; stories??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Reason #4: in the works.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;About Martha: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pbs.org/wnet/americanmasters/episodes/martha-graham/about-the-dancer/497/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;http://www.pbs.org/wnet/americanmasters/episodes/martha-graham/about-the-dancer/497/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;About Agnes: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kennedy-center.org/explorer/artists/?entity_id=3719&amp;amp;source_type=a"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;http://www.kennedy-center.org/explorer/artists/?entity_id=3719&amp;amp;source_type=a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4224168569885941432-8825697962005325945?l=reasonstodance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reasonstodance.blogspot.com/feeds/8825697962005325945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reasonstodance.blogspot.com/2011/09/3-living-rooms.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224168569885941432/posts/default/8825697962005325945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224168569885941432/posts/default/8825697962005325945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reasonstodance.blogspot.com/2011/09/3-living-rooms.html' title='#3: Living Rooms'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10742472763208192123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w0jxtX5apWc/Tp5wUZ-nvTI/AAAAAAAAAD8/0JebCZ6LTuk/s220/karen%2Bheadshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4224168569885941432.post-3283701026039362217</id><published>2011-08-24T23:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T00:01:53.939-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mirror, Mirror On the Wall. Every Single Wall.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;To dance is to abandon self-consciousness completely and let go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;There isn't anything better than that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;But, in every dance studio there are walls of mirrors. "You" are everywhere. No escape. To dance is to spend most of your life in front of a mirror, judging yourself and comparing everything. Judgement is not conducive to abandonment. Yet, without the mirrors - how do you know if you're good enough?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;A quandary. How to let go while making sure your ribs are down, your feet are pointed, your knees are pulled up, &amp;nbsp;shoulders are down, pants aren't up your..., you aren't pulling your pants out of your..,your face is relaxed, you are skinnier than the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;blonde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt; next to you. And sucking your cheeks in so you look emaciated only works until you are about 18. After that you are forced to confront the truth. You have full cheeks, yet you still want to dance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Here's how I've worked this out:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Listen to the music. It is actually the most important thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Force yourself, with every ounce of control, to look only at yourself in the mirror to correct your own personal lines. "Dance in the body you have." (Agnes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;DeMille&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Remind yourself daily that - with this dogged determination - you can have the chance to live for a moment and dance in complete abandonment.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;"Good enough" is relative, unfortunately, usually relative to the blonde next to you. But, sometimes, she doesn't show up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Reason #2 to Dance: Socially acceptable abandonment. And it's more than wonderful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Now, aging in front of a mirror, while still dancing - there's a fun and delightful exercise - but not recommended without adult supervision. I wish I knew an adult.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Anyway...Anyone else with another reason to dance? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Reason # 3 arriving soon - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4224168569885941432-3283701026039362217?l=reasonstodance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reasonstodance.blogspot.com/feeds/3283701026039362217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reasonstodance.blogspot.com/2011/08/reason-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224168569885941432/posts/default/3283701026039362217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224168569885941432/posts/default/3283701026039362217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reasonstodance.blogspot.com/2011/08/reason-2.html' title='Mirror, Mirror On the Wall. Every Single Wall.'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10742472763208192123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w0jxtX5apWc/Tp5wUZ-nvTI/AAAAAAAAAD8/0JebCZ6LTuk/s220/karen%2Bheadshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4224168569885941432.post-5145891240386037678</id><published>2011-08-14T23:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T23:06:09.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The First Reason</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;You are 2 years old and you hear music. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;You must dance or at least bounce repeatedly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;You must stand in your combo "ballet/tap/gymnastics" class every Saturday morning with 10 other little girls in black patent leather&amp;nbsp;tap shoes and smack your toes as hard as possible on the floor&amp;nbsp;- repeatedly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;You must spin in circles until the teacher picks you up and sets you dizzily on your feet - repeatedly. Hopefully before you spew pancakes on your classmates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;And you must dance for anyone who will sit still and watch you, even if only for a second.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Most of this is still true for me and I've been dancing for almost 50 years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I don't know how to stop dancing. I don't want to. I love feeling surrounded by the&amp;nbsp;music and knowing how to move&amp;nbsp;with it (sometimes this&amp;nbsp;still involves bouncing). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I feel beautiful, usually, when I'm dancing. And that is a rare, magnificent&amp;nbsp;thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I actually can still pull out a triple pirouette on most days and can kick past my head. Although this is nothing compared to "before."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;"Before" I held my own with some of the best dancers in the world.&amp;nbsp;I miss that, although I'm&amp;nbsp;stunned I ever got to dance at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;A person who has never danced, has never lived. This is absolutely true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I have truly lived, have a couple of scars from it, and a couple of parts that don't work anymore as a result, but during the "truly living" I had more fun than should be allowed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Without further expanation, I give you &lt;em&gt;The First Reason to Dance&lt;/em&gt;: Because you must.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Anyone else have a good reason to dance? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The second reason to dance that I know of&amp;nbsp;is: coming in the next entry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4224168569885941432-5145891240386037678?l=reasonstodance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reasonstodance.blogspot.com/feeds/5145891240386037678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reasonstodance.blogspot.com/2011/08/first-reason.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224168569885941432/posts/default/5145891240386037678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4224168569885941432/posts/default/5145891240386037678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reasonstodance.blogspot.com/2011/08/first-reason.html' title='The First Reason'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10742472763208192123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w0jxtX5apWc/Tp5wUZ-nvTI/AAAAAAAAAD8/0JebCZ6LTuk/s220/karen%2Bheadshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
