My new fascination with Bharatanatyam dance is flowering out in multiple directions. My recent browsing history: Tagore, Ramakrishna, Uday Shankar, asamyukta hasta mudras…
The centrifugal force of a new passion!
My challenge is to keep grounded and not jump ahead of myself. But it truly is exciting to discover new territory, to shift out of set patterns… I can feel shifts in my practice of yogāsana. I feel stronger as new muscle memory is being created.
It really is positively exhilarating that at 61, the potential for growth, for evolution, and revolution is still there! It’s always there.
“Life is short,” my husband’s words struck me forcibly today.
I am on the cusp of a new adventure – 61 year old me taking Zoom classes in Bharatanatyam dance with a very accomplished young dancer from Kolkata, West Bengal. Starting TOMORROW MORNING.
My mind has been flooded with a mix of doubt, euphoria, and everything in between. But life IS short, and so why not, WHY NOT take on a new adventure? The following lines from Tennyson’s Ulysses come to mind:
Yet all experience is an arch wherethro’ Gleams that untravell’d world, whose margin fades For ever and for ever when I move.
As that archway of new experience hoves into view, I am trying to ground myself in the here and now. Trying to cultivate the open awareness of beginner’s mind. Trying to embrace the intense beauty of life and all it offers.
I’ll report back in after class # 1. And below is a link to a dance cover by the extraordinary Supratim Talukder – that started this adventure rolling.
The water-sucking, green carpet front lawn paradigm needs to be re-thought.
A neighbour’s enthusiasm for creating a more insect-friendly environment by letting our lawns grow inspired me to experiment. I’ve mowed the grass 3 times so far this summer, and on the highest setting (about 4 inches). Also, I’ve established a no-mow zone about 10 feet by 12 feet in an oval around some little birch trees. I keep an eye out for noxious-type weeds, but have been letting other little things fly in and take root.
Today I found ripe wild strawberries in a little patch. I ate the tiny tasty fruit, remembering foraging for these as a kid in a nearby field. Remembering the sweet sun-warmed tiny treasures – just there, free for the taking. After 50 years of remembering, I knelt down close to the earth and foraged again. Tasting the wild sweetness of summer…
And other discoveries too! Different wildflowers are flying in. My lawn mowing must look quite comical as I swerve around in crazy patterns so as not to disturb the beauty.
The intense unexpected beauty just waiting to take root in our lives.