Remembering just there, as the muscles move, stretch and contract, the intention of dancing. It’s not a goal, neither an objective. It is not about tango, waltz or Lindy-hop. It is an intention in the movement itself, a movement as a set of steps in dialogue with a music and a partner, and a determination that gives it purpose. And finally dancing becomes an emotion, a movement into an evolution.
Finally, neurosciences is giving us really good basis to understand what makes a person, this fascinating notion of “neural self”. And that “neural self” is a true combination mind and body, a two-ways feedback loop in a continuous dialogue. Let’s keep moving and keep the dialogue dynamic!
Drawing is a movement as well, a hand movement, an arm movement, a thought movement. Evolution as a series of movements? It starts with a hand, moves to a thought, and then gets the body in action, and with the body, the life of the heart and the food of the brain.
Remembering just there, as the muscles move, stretch and contract, the intention of running. It’s not a goal, neither an objective. It is not about running 10km or 20km, running in less than 30 minutes or 60. It is an intention in the movement itself, a movement which goes somewhere, with a determination that gives it purpose. And suddenly running becomes more than a movement, it becomes an emotion, a movement into an evolution.
What makes the beauty of a move is the intention. Without intention a movement is only a set of muscles contraction, at times sloppy, without direction or reason. With an intention, it gains a purpose, a step toward a horizon. It becomes part of a system, suddenly bigger than the move itself.
Confused… at times more than confused… family time and memories times… How come remembering past events annoyed me so much, at times bored me (to death would say the little devil). Maybe it’s about that, memories and remembering is not actually living; it’s running after something which has been rather than building what could be? Day-to-tomorrow please? My memories are here like a good tone muscle, still what I like is the run!
Tap tap singing in my head closed onto the notes, the rhythm, the feet moving along. Tap tap Lindy-hop or swing. Tap tap jazz soul and heart. Tap tap blood pulsing through my veins, oxygen in ebullition, dancing till the moon sings.