Yellow Rose of Texas

Oh, Hello again! It's been a lonnnnggggg time y'all!!! Since I last published on my blog almost 5 years ago I've done A LOT of different things.  For those that know me, I've been a dancer basically my whole life. I've been teaching ballroom dance since early 2008, and traveled the country doing some pretty amazing things in my dance career. Most reccently and notably, I've developed a program based in physical therapy and catering to the senior adult community on how ballroom dancing affects and benefits the systems of balance as we age. It's really interesting and it's become a love-child of mine...more on that in awhile, maybe a separate blog post, TBH... Most recently, and notably, it's 2020. June, to be specific. Have y'all been present for 2020? It's been a TRIP. We've been dealing with the coronavirus, internationally, since late last year, we have seen a HUGE movement within the black community and #blacklivesmatter (I'll do a...

“As it is, we are merely bolting our lives—gulping down undigested experiences as fast as we can stuff them in—because awareness of our own existence is so superficial and so narrow that nothing seems to us more boring than simple being.  If I ask you what you did, saw, heard, smelled, touched and tasted yesterday, I am likely to get nothing more than the thin, sketchy outline of the few things that you noticed, and of those only what you thought worth remembering. Is it surprising that an existence so experienced seems so empty and bare that its hunger for an infinite future is insatiable? But suppose you could answer, “It would take me forever to tell you, and I am much too interested in what’s happening now.” How is it possible that a being with such sensitive jewels as the eyes, such enchanted musical instruments as the ears, and such a fabulous arabesque of nerves as the brain can experience itself as anything less than a god? And, when you ...