Welcome to my newly reinvented jewel box, my blog, and treasure chest …

Welcome to my newly reinvented jewel box, my blog, and treasure chest …

The delicate gold-leafed, three-tiered wooden box of Florentine design has changed over the years! It has shifted from that ornate box full of lovely sensuous dancers, to grandma’s  chunky treasure chest full of teachings, to a barn full of goaties, chickens, dogs, and a cat and many new adventures! That box used to hold quite the assortment of jewels—from my grandmother’s heirlooms, to my mother’s hand-me-down costume jewelry, to the chunky tribal beaded necklaces of amber and silver. All of these pieces are an ever-changing part of me, from super funky to delicate to expensive to junk jewelry. A small part of who I am on a decided day, to define my mood, my style, my attitude, and my idea of beauty. But with the shift, the jewels have changed from ethnic treasures to armloads of hay, from head wraps to short bleached blonde messy hair, from silky sari fabrics to cowboy boots and dirty jeans. The fingerful of zils I love to play now hold wine bottles to pour tastings, to my red no name acoustic guitar and my shiny black hollow body electric baby! The barefeet have given way to mucks to slog through the barnyard in.

But the hips still sway, the tunes still play, and make my body still moves. Though there is a different main focus in my life, that shift to a different stay-at-home lifestyle and a new job,  but the dance lives on. The teachings don’t stop, the desires continue, but to shift focus to my students of dance and yoga and writing, not the performance of my dance. And the dance gives way to a plethora of exciting adventures.

The quest for beauty…that is my path in life. Beauty, whatever that word means, I seek to find it in everything. Beauty can be captivating, intoxicating, ugly, simple, delicious. I search for it in tantalizing words, in the arch of a hip, in the necklace draping over a collarbone, in the juiciness of a just picked pear, in the moss growing on the trees, in the sparkling soul of someone’s smile, the lilting call of the ney, the enveloping hug from my man. I want to capture it for myself, if only for a moment, but I also have an intense need to share it, to teach it, to understand it, or not. In the dance, it could be the chorus of women dancing as one, the powerhouse of our hips in the synchronistic movement of the simple ghawazee, the undulation of a body wave, or the glint of the beckoning eyes. On the farm, it might be the early crowing of my rooster, the glorious sunset over the trees, the hilarious antics of the goaties and they head butt each  and dance around. At my wine shop, it will be the nights when the customers are gathered around, trying new wines, and tasting new foods, loving it. It could be those crazy nights of camping with my group of trailer campers, sitting around the campfire. It might be spending time with the farmgirls, making cheese or spinning yarns. What about an evening of jamming with my friends on guitars, not unlike the jamming of the drummers and dancers. Maybe it is time spent alone, listening to the sounds of the fields, to the sounds of my soul. Somehow it all comes back to community—teaching, sharing, learning, giving, receiving, and lots of laughter. And to living life, And it is all beauty in some form…

And though this blog is being continuously reinvented, just as my day-to-day life is reinvented,  I share my jewels, my farm, my words, my shop, my experiences, and to possibly hear yours, in and about our dance world, our farm work, a world full of good eats and sips, books and stories, and so many things happens because of my world-wide community, which started for me with tribal bellydance, from which I’ve learned so much. This is a place for thoughts, music, video clips, and photos, from me to share with you, and so that you may participate too.

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