Hello all,
To refrain from using too many explicit words, I will just say that I can hardly ________ believe my time here is going by so _____ fast. Holy ______!!!! (Ok, maybe I should have just used them anyways...) But yea, wow. Friday marks just two short little weeks until I am transplanted back in Colorado, USA. I am.... Excited, to say the least... But, thats not the intention of this entry. The intention is this: movement.
I came across a quote just now that said "move the way you want to live". Y me gusta. We are all movers. I dance. That is my movement. Recently, my little dance workshop showed a portion of the dance we have been working on. We performed it as a part of the other workshops in this arts center called the Balmeceda that does free artsy workshops for whoever wants to join. Before the little performance, we met up and warmed up and then held hands in a circle for a little pre-stage chat lead by the great Instructor of the workshop, Nelson. He said some really nice words and expressed his gratitude for our participation, etc... He then opened up the dialogue to us to invite any comentairy we had as well. I expressed my thanks for the companionship of my fellow dancers, the direction of Nelson, and the wonderful oportunity it has been to dance together. Others expressed the same, and thanked Nelson for his "improvisation for creation" instructing technique.
Some words of his I will share- Dancing is just an expression of your personality, and we all have different and distinct personalities. This is why I (he) focus so much on improvisation because it is really just a self-exploration.
His words are amongst the many that I have recieved about dance and its relation to life and how we live and move inside of it. From Gabe Masson (another excellent instructor of mine)talking about "mistakes" was something along the lines of how we never really make them, rather we conflict our intentions. And if intentions are what guide us, then we have to go for it and follow those that are true to us. Wrong foot, wrong turn wrong move... Whatever. If I Intended to do That foot, that way, that turn... then thats it. Thats right, thats ok. That is correct.
Cool things Ive seen/heard/read/thought about lately...
ººº"All experiences will come. You just have to learn how to wait for them" And then the modification "All experiences will come. You just have to learn how to Look for them."
---A girl asked me if I had a "prince charming" waiting for me back home and my reply was "maybe. Maybe I do and just don´t know it yet". All in good timing.
ºººEverything I do, see, feel and experience is because I need to. Because it is and already has been within me, and each new day brings another part of me out and forth.
ºººOur bodies are just reflections of our experiences. Our eyes, laughs and expressions are the stories.
ººº"Those are some good people, Celine"- Peter.
ºººWatching the sun rise on my right and the moon set on my left as a bird´s shadow is drawn over the scattered reflection on the sea, "this is incredible".
ººº"If you didn´t trust yourself, you wouldn´t be here" and "So just LOVE the person you are next to"- Fiarella
ºººWE are bigger than our countries. Family and Friendship are bigger than time and space.
ººº Just enjoy everything. All the time.
So, thats where Im at. Just riding it out, moving, loving (and studying!) everything. Time is just time. It will not control me and I will not attempt to control it. As we cannot control the sea, nor the sky. I will live. Amongst, underneath, above and through all. And dance. Our dance, your dance and mine. And I will live. Our life, your life and mine.
And I will see so many of you very soon!
chau chau!
lunes, 28 de junio de 2010
lunes, 14 de junio de 2010
Los Pacos
Hello all,
Many fences have been jumped, and many windows jumped out of while trying to avoid the people you do NOT want at a party- The POLICE. Although the band by the same name is really great (Sting is still so sexy!) the actual POLICE force is something, when you are 17 and drinking underage at a party, that you want nothing to do with. Trust me, I know.
So, fast forward a few years... I am now of legal drinking age, blah blah blah and those little flashlights the pacos use to point out your parafanalia still put rocks in my stomach. Here we are in Valpo, en route to a friend´s house after a long while of not doing much and trying to leave Peter´s. We decided to go one way instead of the other and ended up running into some fellow gringos along the path in this somewhat sketchy stairwell near one of the ascensores here. We chit chatted, and somewhere along the way a beer was opened and began to be amiably passed as we all played catch up for a bit. Then, ALL OF A SUDDEN we were Surrounded by lights and uniformed officers coming in from all sides! They marched from up, down and around the stairwell and had us traped like tuna from a fishing boat. (note: Dramatized a little...) Anyways, there were some Chilenos drinking as well, and once they got us all together, the realized we were surely foreigners. We spoke a mix of English and Spanish, as we thought English would be better to soften the blow or something(?). And, well, it worked. They brought our gringo squad to the other side of the stairs and told us that since we were foreigners that we were allowed to be let go and to please not drink openly in the streets again or we Would be fined.
huh, thats all??? Yup. Chile is known and respected for their upstanding and honest service people. (A Bolivian friend told me the only people in his country he does Not trust are the Cops)
I think my high-school mentality of "o shit the cops are here, we´re all ·/&$"%·("/ed!!!!!" may be coming to an end. And maybe thats why I got so many drinking tickets in the first place... I ran. I ran away (well, tried...) instead of facing the reality of my situation. Now that I am immune from any Underage drinking tickets, I actually see some value in at least trying to deterr kids from getting drunk in the streets, at parties with questionable older men, etc... But, at the same time it will still happen.People, kids especially, will experiment with drugs, alcohol, sports, food, hobbies, trends, whatever. Adolescent human nature allows this. At least on this end of the world it may be more acceptable or common. I fondly (and painfully) remember my host mom nursing a hangover for me when I first got here, and telling me that she has had a lot of practice both with herself and Christian- my younger host brother. I also remember talking about it the next day, and making fun of how drunk everyone was the night before... I think to be able to get into the discos her you have to be at least 15. Or hot. And thats all. And to "drink" its 18. or not. whatever. The whole alcohol culture down here is so different anyways. Its like everything else where it just doesn´t really matter. My host mom would be surprised if I came home anytime before 4 AM last semester. ¿Did I not have a good time??? ha, well I DID. time, space, alcohol, whatever... It is all relative and all invented.
..................................................
Well, in other thoughts... Ive got about a month left here. And.... wow, am kind of freaking out. Not for any particular reason, just excitement, happiness, joy, being anxious. Waiting and wondering while walking waterly through the rest of the days... I guess Im still waiting for that big break or something. Like someone holding that piece of ribbon at the end for me to break through. Like Yes! You did it, congrats. Here´s some gatorade and the rest of your life- don´t tire yet! go, go go!!! wow. All the resting and lazyness here is tiring! hm. well, yea. This is home. Me. this. is. home.
see you all soon, take care!
Chau chau!
Many fences have been jumped, and many windows jumped out of while trying to avoid the people you do NOT want at a party- The POLICE. Although the band by the same name is really great (Sting is still so sexy!) the actual POLICE force is something, when you are 17 and drinking underage at a party, that you want nothing to do with. Trust me, I know.
So, fast forward a few years... I am now of legal drinking age, blah blah blah and those little flashlights the pacos use to point out your parafanalia still put rocks in my stomach. Here we are in Valpo, en route to a friend´s house after a long while of not doing much and trying to leave Peter´s. We decided to go one way instead of the other and ended up running into some fellow gringos along the path in this somewhat sketchy stairwell near one of the ascensores here. We chit chatted, and somewhere along the way a beer was opened and began to be amiably passed as we all played catch up for a bit. Then, ALL OF A SUDDEN we were Surrounded by lights and uniformed officers coming in from all sides! They marched from up, down and around the stairwell and had us traped like tuna from a fishing boat. (note: Dramatized a little...) Anyways, there were some Chilenos drinking as well, and once they got us all together, the realized we were surely foreigners. We spoke a mix of English and Spanish, as we thought English would be better to soften the blow or something(?). And, well, it worked. They brought our gringo squad to the other side of the stairs and told us that since we were foreigners that we were allowed to be let go and to please not drink openly in the streets again or we Would be fined.
huh, thats all??? Yup. Chile is known and respected for their upstanding and honest service people. (A Bolivian friend told me the only people in his country he does Not trust are the Cops)
I think my high-school mentality of "o shit the cops are here, we´re all ·/&$"%·("/ed!!!!!" may be coming to an end. And maybe thats why I got so many drinking tickets in the first place... I ran. I ran away (well, tried...) instead of facing the reality of my situation. Now that I am immune from any Underage drinking tickets, I actually see some value in at least trying to deterr kids from getting drunk in the streets, at parties with questionable older men, etc... But, at the same time it will still happen.People, kids especially, will experiment with drugs, alcohol, sports, food, hobbies, trends, whatever. Adolescent human nature allows this. At least on this end of the world it may be more acceptable or common. I fondly (and painfully) remember my host mom nursing a hangover for me when I first got here, and telling me that she has had a lot of practice both with herself and Christian- my younger host brother. I also remember talking about it the next day, and making fun of how drunk everyone was the night before... I think to be able to get into the discos her you have to be at least 15. Or hot. And thats all. And to "drink" its 18. or not. whatever. The whole alcohol culture down here is so different anyways. Its like everything else where it just doesn´t really matter. My host mom would be surprised if I came home anytime before 4 AM last semester. ¿Did I not have a good time??? ha, well I DID. time, space, alcohol, whatever... It is all relative and all invented.
..................................................
Well, in other thoughts... Ive got about a month left here. And.... wow, am kind of freaking out. Not for any particular reason, just excitement, happiness, joy, being anxious. Waiting and wondering while walking waterly through the rest of the days... I guess Im still waiting for that big break or something. Like someone holding that piece of ribbon at the end for me to break through. Like Yes! You did it, congrats. Here´s some gatorade and the rest of your life- don´t tire yet! go, go go!!! wow. All the resting and lazyness here is tiring! hm. well, yea. This is home. Me. this. is. home.
see you all soon, take care!
Chau chau!
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