black tights, please?
…says cousin D.
i’m finally reaching out, getting what i want from my creative capabilities. moving beyond the realm of safety and familiarity and into the clutches of fluidity and imagination. finally, i am relieved.
i have danced since i was 7. that’s where i’ve met some of the nicest people i’ve ever met, and made some of the best friends i’ve ever had. this person, and this person, are living proof of that. since i made that commitment then, with my pudding-bowl haircut and my wide eyes, afraid of my teachers, thrilled about the experience, i was offered the privilege of being one with the family that was at the forefront of sri lankan dance theatre. i’ve been onstage countless times, and offstage, sharing the euphoria, wiping off the make up. over the years, we’ve become more than dancers. we’ve become family, we’ve become adults, we’ve grown as writers and administrators and wives and mothers.
my dedication wavers, with every time the going gets a little too tough and it becomes a little too time and energy consuming. this leads me to think i was never meant to be a dancer at all. perhaps i’ll grow up to be someone on the side lines, someone in the wings. a choreographer. a director. a stage manager. a set designer. a company administrator. perhaps i’ll never have anything to do with a stage after this phase in my life. because sometimes, just once in awhile, it bores me. and frustrates me. the same people, the same disagreements, the same shows.
and now i’ve gotten entangled in something so different, so new, that my enthusiasm is refreshed, my skills renewed. new people, new music, new movement.
my thighs hurt and my head is buzzing. for the first time in some time, i am reminded why i am a dancer. the music pulses through your insides. the sequence happens in perfect synchronization. cousin D’s right leg flies into my left side and i grab my waist in pain, and then we’re laughing.
i’ll see you at the lionel wendt theatre on the 11th and 12th of august. because i’m going in new directions.
Oh the feeling
Music is the life pumping thru many people! Hope the show goes well! Can’t remember when i went out to the wendt last.. Who knows! Might just take a peek! So this is a musical ?
Comment by The Evil Lankan — July 13, 2006 @ 7:54 am
Good luck with whatever it is!
Once you get involved in making music and / or performing the baug rarely leaves you. It sometimes floats off for a while, but usually comes back. It’ s all positive and great though!
Comment by R — July 13, 2006 @ 8:58 am
I meant to say “the bug rarely leaves you”
Comment by R — July 13, 2006 @ 8:58 am
there is nothing like doing what one is meant and born to do.
hope you get that fulfillment.
Comment by sittingnut — July 13, 2006 @ 4:12 pm
Awwww your post brought back memories. It reminded me how much I love performing. This year has been hectic and I have neglected my music. I have not taken part in a concert since January. I love to be on stage whether it is singing or playing the clarinet and your post reminded me that neglecting my music has made me forego an important part of my life. Your enthusiasm is infectious
I have resolved to resume my clarinet and singing immediately.
Comment by sach — July 14, 2006 @ 4:20 am