dancing passion / Patricia / missing Kaylene in a wistful way

[belenen]

The other day at bellydancing I was just so fucking clumsy and inept that I wanted to quit. I was going to go through with it anyway ('cause I can't stand being a quitter), but I had given up hope on it being fun, given up hope on being good at it. I started watching the clock hoping for class to be over.... anyway, after class I changed and went

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[aubkabob]

egads, woman, we have SO got to meet. reading about you and the rain brought me to tears, seriously. no one around me gets weather, the emotions behind it. there is just so much emotional spirit behind wind and rain, specifically.

i get drenched all the time on the way to work, and people look at me as if i'm insane because i don't even slightly go through the effort of finding my umbrella, nor buying a new one. such a device would just seperate me from something that gives me such spiritual bliss.

and if that isn't exactly what you were talking about... *coughs and shuffles feet*.. it was still a fantastic emotional visual. thank you.

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to hear you talk about dancing and how your response is to dancing, is EXACTLY how i feel about myself and music. i know it's IN there, it's what i need to do, to be, what i'm meant to become.. yet i almost FEAR it, because when i pick up my guitar, i can't make it do what i want to, i can't get the emotions i'm feeling out in vocal form... as much as i know that practice will help it...

[belenen]

On rain: we have similar feelings but not the same; I only like certain kinds of rain. If it's cloudy-gloomy or cold, rain depresses me... but sunlit rain or gentle nourishing rain makes me feel like flying. If I lived in a rainy tropical area, I'd never feel down -- unless I had to wear clothes. Fucking clothes.

Come play for me and I will dance. ;-)

[aubkabob]

you've SO got a deal there!