dance | A Whispered Wind

So perhaps the universe is aligned just right for me today. My earlier post began with dancing and then I received this little note in my email:

23 August 2013

Eugene Curran Kelly was born at Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania on this day in 1912. He wanted to play baseball, but his athletic strengths were diverted to more artistic pursuits. In 1938 he started on Broadway, was cast as the lead in Pal Joey in 1940, and by 1942 had moved on to Hollywood. Not only was the athletic Kelly a stunning dancer, he also was normally the choreographer and often designed the camera work. When I think of Kelly, I think of Singing in the Rain, an amazing demonstration of his talent. Today’s theme is in honor of this joyful, talented dancer.

How freakin’ cool is that? It is Gene Kelly’s birthday today! I so loved watching his movies as a child. What an amazing dancer!

From The Pocket Muse 2, today’s writing prompt:

How we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our lives.

~Annie Dillard, from This Writing Life

A little background information that I know about Annie Dillard. She was married to the writer and professor, Richard Dillard. Richard Dillard taught, at the time of my attendance, Writing and Literature at Hollins College (now Hollins University). His ex-wife, Annie, was a bit of a fascination to me because I wondered what drove her to marry a man like Richard, for whom I cared little as a student. I could only surmise that perhaps during the late 60s and early 70s when they were married, Richard was perhaps a different sort of man. Annie Dillard is best known for Pilgrim at Tinker Creek.

And now for the Daily Musing… Monica Wood asks, “How will you spend this day?”

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My mind wants to dance and feel the rhythm of the beat, beat, beat in my head. Dance and twirl.. movements my feet can no longer perform. These poor feet still clouded with wool socks. O Chemo! what did you do to me? You’ve stolen my jazz, taken away my snazzy razzamatazz. There is nothing more I can do.

In reality, I will sleep the majority of my day away. Hopefully awakening at some midday o’clock and force myself to remain awake. The fatigue has returned and the pains in my abdomen, hips and legs. Not as intensely as before, but it is there and it frightens me. So I will call the oncologist today and report what I am experiencing. I am not sure if this should wait until October. Please, don’t let it be cancer again!

So this day, while my mind swings to its own beat, I will worry and pray — candles lit, prayer beads in hand, legs crossed as I chant.