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August 31, 2005
Reflect
Sometimes the energy ebbs and flows: on some nights it is good, and the body feels strong and alert and limber and able to do most anything. Other times I just don't feel quite right, and class becomes something to be gotten through and endured, clock-watching every 5 minutes. I want to perform; yet I don't; I feel like I can solo; I don't know what the heck I'd be doing onstage with the higher cords… I've known nothing but support and encouragement from the group; sometimes I feel that Mestre is disappointed in me. I've definitely not been as dedicated as I once was -- these days it seems I'm pulled in even more directions and occasionally I wonder at the simplicity that once governed my day-to-day. Capoeira on certain nights, Loose Change for the others; photography and friends during the rest.
Perhaps it's just the inevitable, residual Catholic guilt in me constantly resurfacing to remind me of my former passions, now somewhat neglected.
But despite this (hopefully temporary) turmoil, I have to admit: life has changed in a wonderful way indeed...
Posted by claudine at August 31, 2005 11:11 PM
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