The Lost Arts

Things atrophy when you dive into your career
For me what was lost was my arts

I was asked tonight in dance class one thing that surprised me about tonights class. What came up was that I am a Dancer. I am. I have been doing this since or before I could walk, my mother claims, and I trained for over a decade. Ballet, Toe (or Point), Modern, Jazz, African, Brazillian, Gitano (Gypsy) and much more. I don't know when I lost this dicipline, or how, but it is now who I am as I have reclaimed this art of mine. My teacher and friend helped me with this tonight.


The other is singing. I am a singer. I always have been. I was in major productions for years, in bands, had major voice lessons, recitals, solos in choir, had a call back for a certain Broadway Musical I shall not reveal for fear that I will be teased to no end like I was when I was younger and my lunch lady made me sing a song from it in front of the Whole Cafeteria fuggettaboutit.... so yea. I have PTSD clearly from this experience. But yes, I am a good singer and I promised my Grandmother...

My point is that there is so much here to learn, focus on, do. I have had to make some decisions about classes and where my focus will be. I have decided that dance and voice will be my artistic focus for my time here. Sure I'd love to take the Art of Sexual Extacy with Margot Anand or Spritual Duality with Carolyn Myss, but I need to FOCUS cause otherswise I will be like the moth fluttering about my tent last night. Lets say the Spiders have crossed my boundaries after last night....