Art of Dance is essential to the human race - A personal note
My analysis of this idea, started when I came across some of the articles and interviews of the timeless Chandralekha and particularly her talks on the process of her production “Sharira” (an unhurried exploration of the idea and power of female sexuality). The word unhurried has so many layers of meaning and I learned that the concept of time was simply relative. COVID19 put a stop to it. The clock stopped. When everything seems to have come to a halt, the idea of time expanded for us. This time has become a reconciliation between an individual and nature in particular.
Having said that, the subtle ongoing movement of nature which still continues is what I want to get everyone’s attention. This expanded time in front of us has nudged us to look around our peripheral vision. How the tall green-looking tree sways right and left and in circles making the wind around it visible. How the cooing of the birds change their rhythms in the same pattern as the trees sway. How the bud looks up to the rays of light and slowly moves petal by petal to open up to its full glory. This idea of a flower growing is, I think, the best example of expanded time, the movement is so subtle, but if you look closely, there’s a whirlwind of organic movement taking place. Look more and you will see, the bee bustling with the dance of winds moving towards the now fully bloomed flower, leaving us with a melody to listen to. How the small grass (oh so resilient) grows straight back up with just a little drop of rain. How the sound of moving rivers assures us that there’s a life that is flourishing without any hindrance.
This Art of dance, of movement that is taking place around each of us is the only solace to our mind and heart when we ourselves have ceased to move, dynamically.
The slightest inclination to the Art of observing nature, reading about it, understanding it and in turn trying to get the same essence in my own body, has made me sensitive and simply submissive (to an extent). It propels me to look further into nature I have inhabited, and be thankful for it. What one learns from this observation and understanding is one’s own enriching experience, my attempt is to just nudge you to look at what I feel is worth exploring by any individual.
Image in this blog: Strawberry Tree in my backyard.
Something to ponder on by Mary Oliver: Roses
Everyone now and again wonders about
those questions that have no ready answers: first cause, God’s existence,
What happens when the curtain goes
down and nothing stops it, not kissing,
not going to the mall, not the super
“Wild roses,” I said to them one morning.
“Do you have the answers? And if you do,
Would you tell me?”
The roses laughed softly, “Forgive us”
They said. “But as you can see, we are just now entirely busy being roses.”