Before You Speak…

I always loved these wise and beautiful words…

For those for whom magic is a part of life, we understand the power of what we speak…and therefore what might be heard.  No matter the circumstance, take care with the words you choose…whether in speaking to others, to the powers that be, or to oneself.

Humor – Casper The Ghost On Mean Pills (Or Me Up To No Good!)

This cartoon is positively precious, especially the famously gentle Ghost’s facial expression at the end. . .

Cartoon it may be (I used to play Casper, Disney Halloween, and other slides in my View Master as a kid), I related completely. . .

Much like the sweet white sprite, I hate – yes, I dare even say vehemently hate – “mean.” “MEAN” for me is an ultimate last resort. (I’m betting Casper is on board with “mean what you say, say what you mean, don’t say it mean” wagon too.)

Of course he’s as adorable as can be, bowled over by the initial effect just as much as when he surprisedly sprouts an impossibly cute tail. But…the face at the end was a relatable laugh-out-loud.  It’s more of a sneaky look than anything else, and I feel like I unconsciously get that look from time to time…

Maybe it’s that I absconded with some vegetables and got away with it. Maybe I thought of something silly and fun to make a loved one laugh… Whatever the case may be, it’s a deliciously diabolical smirk he’s got going on, and I’m pretty sure I do that at times myself (save to say, I’m not remotely as adorable as this lil’ devil!)

The Language of Dance

There are times in Life in which language fails us, whether in great triumph, or devastating loss.  Words can express only so much meaning as they have been endowed with by humankind…

So when I saw this quotation, I lit up, understanding fully what it means to “speak” in movement…

Her Movements

 

Dancing and skating were as much my first language as English, in many ways...  I didn’t know I was an Empath as early on, only that I was different in the way I processed.  I saw the beauty and good in everything, but I also felt like words were sometimes NOT enough.

Skating and dancing were ways in which I could cope with Life, and I realized that I was “speaking” just as loudly…and effectively…through my movement.

When I was about 15 or 16, a childhood classmate…the first boy who ever expressed interest in me and asked me out…was killed as the result of a car crash.  I can still feel the sadness in my chest when I write about it, these many, many years later.  I was scheduled to do a performance at a skating show only weeks later, and so I let his mother know that I was going to perform in his honor. 

I still remember it…

I remember the sound of rain falling in the beginning of the song, and how I opened the program.

I remember the dress I wore and how the cool air felt, and smelled…and what it was like to glide through the program from start to finish.  For me, those few minutes afforded me the “words” with which to say “I miss you.  I’m so sad.  I don’t understand…  But I know you’ve transcended this physical for a Life eternal, for a reason only you know…  We cannot fathom, those of us left behind…”

There were no words to express how I felt, especially with respect to seeing his mother upstairs behind the glass watching me…

When I finished, I came off the ice, and she greeted me with a smile and tears.  She hugged me and gave me an angel that he had on his dresser.  I still have it on mine.  

I knew that my sentiments came through in my movement – so much more clearly than if I had called, or written, or shown up at her door.  And it meant everything to me that she knew he was in my thoughts too.

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Words don’t always delve deeply enough…  

Letters of an alphabet we created are stitched together, glued in place with meanings we have given them…and in that, I feel the confines are too great.  

Words are bound by limitations, where movement is free to “BE”…  

And so, for me, movement IS the pen with which I write…  My story, my feelings, the depths of my heart…  The expression is as infinite as the stars in the Night sky.