I love
imagining dance choreography.
Daydreaming.
Dances that unfold in my mind while moving along to the rhythm of musical
tunes. One, two, three, and four. All styles of music. I meditate away from
reality through dance.
Sometimes
I put those imagined dances to life and I feel the muscles of my body embrace
the feeling of freedom. The sense of freedom I feel when I more than half-way
succeed with a pirouette, almost like a feeling like a little bird. The joy.
Freedom?
It makes
me think of the meaning of freedom in life. The importance of freedom. My mind
drifts over to the love I feel when my fingers dance over the keyboard.
Creating choreography by matching letters together to tell some
story. Dances show stories. Stories filled with emotion, without any
limitations. Stories told in a dance are pure and can be interpreted in
uncounted directions, depending on the audience. My head is filled with dances
to beautiful tunes, honest tunes. But the tools to let the stories free have
faced boundaries. Boundaries that I can call “a travel through human emotions”.
Simply put; grief. Identifying feelings and emotions in that journey is in
itself a lesson in freedom - what it is, and the meaning of it. Especially when
feelings can be expressed through dancing. I think dancing is my path through
my own grief process.
I stopped
blogging for a while, but I did not stop believing there`s a everyday hero in
everyone of us. It is about time my fingers grab a hold of the rhythm of the keyboard
again. Without limitations.
