The Flame Ignites

I had resigned myself to the idea that dancing, for me, was going to be an unfulfilled yearning. In my mid-twenties, I had told myself that I was already over the hill for dancing and I had best transfer all such longings into a more suitable outlet. The dancing flame was buried and I took up the violin. Playing the violin was enjoyable enough but, you see, I wasn’t a musician. I was a dancer. In my early thirties, I went back to university to do a Diploma of Education so that I would be able to work as a teacher. I thought teaching would fit in with raising young children on my own with no relatives around. One of the short options in the diploma was dance. As soon as I began the dance option, the dancing flame ignited. It came alive. It was given oxygen and it started to breathe with a great gust of enthusiasm and relief. I was very surprised because I no longer knew it was there and, certainly, did not know the intensity with which it was waiting for air. How wonderful it felt. How deeply it touched me. I felt something in me which was different to all the other parts of me and it felt uniquely beautiful and satisfying.

Alas, the dance option was over all too quickly and I returned to the academic task at hand. When the Diploma of Education was completed at the end of the year, life carried on. It did not take long and I asked myself if there was something I wished to do to enhance my life. Of course, the dancing flame leapt at the opportunity as it had only been a short time ago that it had felt its first breath in nearly a decade.

Fortunately, I heeded the voice against all seemingly sensible thought which rattled out warnings of, “You can’t take up dancing now. Don’t be ridiculous. You are a responsible mother of two young children. Grown-up women don’t dance.”

“Oh, be quiet. I might be dead in a year,” I responded to the inner critic. “Would I regret spending my last year on earth dancing? I don’t think so.”

dancing latin

I did not die. I did take up dancing, in the form of figure skating. I skated for thirteen years with great enjoyment. Like a friend that was once lost and now has been found, the bond is protected at all cost. I later transferred to ballroom dancing which I have also loved. Skating and then dancing have helped me to feel connected to myself and to life. They have brought me happiness. They have fulfilled some inner drive which has remained with me my whole life, from when I was a young child with a treasured picture of beautiful ballet couple Margot Fonteyn and Rudolph Nureyev.

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Margot Fonteyn and Rudolph Nureyev

I didn’t know who they were but there was something fascinating and lovely about them both. We are no one else. We are ourself. We must be that, with no regrets, if we wish to be happy. If we keep going forward, following our own natural and unforced path then all things will have a tendency to align with what is a good and sincere intention.


This article is from The Love of Devotion

2 Replies to “The Flame Ignites”

  1. Being “true” to the spirit within and allowing our gifts–those apparent & those only sensed as urges–to be free to be explored, expressed and, thereby, revealed, even if clumsily at first, is surely an aspect of our divinity never to be suppressed. Thank you for sharing the Dance Muse in you, Donna, encouraging others to see how beautiful and energizing “allowing” can be. We do not have to be professionals to enjoy dancing, singing, painting, writing, poetry, landscaping, cooking, and more. We just have to be willing to start and lose interest in how we are perceived (self-consciousness). To let our talents and interests find fulfillment in our experience–with no inner- voice judgment or fantasy-outcome in mind–is the necessary dynamic to know the blessings that creative activities can bestow in our lives.

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