Naked ME-Enter at your own Risk

Boredom is not forever....

marijahne — Tue, 05 Aug 2008 04:00:15 GMT

Thank goodness!!!! August is just full of busy stuff that will make me sooo very happy. the Annual American Bellydance Club's "garage and rummage sale" August 17 in Melbourne.Where Shopping is a PLEASURE!!! I came home last year with some real treasures and I wont miss it this year, if you can make it GO! That's in Melbourne. August 30th we will dance in Gulf Port at the ANNUAL GECKO FESTIVAL...all things colorful and Happy. I found/discovered the beauty of Bamboo cotton clothing last year and am hoping to purchase more this year. Look forward to dancing with the GEcko, parading and being generally reptillian in behavior for the day. OOOH, slinky and slidy curves and waves.... Second Sunday is the first meeting of TCG. all business and some play makes for a happy troupe that knows what to do and when. Car Show and street festival coming up.Promote and perform. Lakeland's drum Circle will be clebrating an anniversary this month. Third Friday...we will dance. So as is true in all things boredom does not last everything changes...Besides much like "TIGER" of Winnie the Pooh, I tend to be a bit bouncey bouncey. Especially when I am as happy as I am of late. I have tossed the preverbial "glass slipper" and decided running barefoot through the mud puddles is more my style. dump decorum, proprieties, propers and snoods. I am off to have some good ole fashioned high times with friends who don't mind meeting me in low places.

Sigh....

marijahne — Sun, 27 Jul 2008 14:29:10 GMT

I am BORED! Inspiration is nowhere to be found. I looked under the bed and only found shoes and a stray cushion....no inspiration there... I looked in the kitchen and my eyes were filled with the Dishes that were just washed, the cat food bowls, the water dish and stuff that just said, "Do it and you will have to clean it up afterwards....." not very inspiring words.... the Heat of the Sun outside is all it takes to drive me back into the house and apparently has driven any inspiration running into the cool shadows, hiding in the corners of the yard, waiting for that moment between sunset and mosquitos to come out and play....I cannot seem to find my inspiration anywhere today. It is not in the pockets of my jeans nor buried in the depths of my purse. It is not in the trunk of my car, it is not hiding in the tools of the garage or workshops. Inpiration is nowhere to be found in it's favorite resting place amongst the stacks of fabric, thread and beads. Maybe Inspiration went to the beach without me? Leaving no note nor any idea of when it will return. I am lonely, I miss my inspiration. Well I guess everything needs to take a break now and again and Sunday is as good a day as any...I hope it returns soon though.[ BURP]

ah the threads and the fabric...

marijahne — Mon, 21 Jul 2008 03:08:05 GMT

Ah I do enjoy a good analogy now and again...te-heh...i bet that comes as a "shock" to so many of you....NOT! well I have been busy with my needles and thread, fabric and ribbons, beads and yarn...all of that stuff that belly dancers have an addiction for. I especially like to get busy sewing when my mind becomes troubled and starts to obsess on what might seem like unsolvable paradox type situations. Relationships and interaction amoung people is very much like fabric and the putting together of all the above mentioned items. In the beginning I look out over the hodgepodge collection of pretty glittery and interesting bit and pieces. In my heart I KNOW they can be brought together into something beautiful and usuable...but where to begin? this would make a lovely base, and these would compliment the base and this chain that has such pretty diamond cuts could link these things together and oh YES these pretty danglers would be awesome linked to the chain...Oh this braid has all the colors and elements of everything in it and would make a wonderful Border to define the edges, and this great hook and eye combination would be great because it is strong and durable and would hold up well under stress and pressure...these are the elements that will hopefully eventually become the piece of costumeing ( the outcome) from my imagination. Just as easily this is sometimes how I look out over my mixed and varied group of friends and family and people in my life. Back to the building of the costume bit.... once all the elements are selected and scattered out before me I have to play like it is a puzzle and lay the different parts out, move them about, and see how things fit best...sometimes I find there just isn't a perfect place for one or two treasured bits and they must be returned to the bin for another time. Still treasured but so treasured I do not want to waste them or allow them to get lost or overwhelmed in my creations. then begins the task of wiring, glueing and stitching it. I will sometime bend a wire too far or too close and have to readjust it, and sometimes I get messy and burn my fingers on hot glue. The worst is when my thread continues to tangle and knot. Tangled, knotted thread breaks much more easily when stress is applied to it...knots and tangles MUST be worked out to insure integrity and strength in the finished project. That can be a frustrating task when time is short or patience is minimal. Then there is the unruly trim that borders and defines the overall piece. It can twist and pucker and totally not cooperate with my wants and needs. When this happens I usually discover it is not the trim it is ME, I am failing to accept its limitaions and its nature...sometimes the trim is made to loop in loopety loops and it is better to allow the natural thing to happen. One rhinestone amongst stone, wood and plain metal will look lonely and out of place. One wooden bead among glass and glitter will be lost and unseen and unappreciated...but give it a perfect setting and it will glow with all its rich beauty and artfully carved delicacy. So as I created this new belt...I also resolved some problems that nagged at me: I must be thoughtful of my choices. I must not try to force bits and pieces together that do not compliment each other. I must be ever watchful of knots that will cause snags and breaks when stress is applied. I must respect the nature of a thing or person and allow it to be its natural self . Be careful not to let a beautifully carved wooden bead be lost amongst rhinestones or a Gem to be left out of place among metal and stones. So now I am ready to tackle that "unsolvable paradox" that has been dominating my mind. Now I realize that things flow naturally when allowed to simply be what they truely are and are cherished and a nurtured accordingly. We cannot controll our environment much of the time, we CAN learn to live within it though and love it BECAUSE it is where we exist.

For my friends and students....

marijahne — Fri, 18 Jul 2008 02:24:09 GMT

the Article from Focus ( LKLD ED) is out on the stands. it a great article...nice photo's. thanks to all for supporting us in this effort.

Get a LIFE?...

marijahne — Thu, 10 Jul 2008 16:36:04 GMT

Yes I spend lots of time fudging about with the computor and especially on Tribes. I also spend lots of time with my dance, my yard, my pets, my hubby, my frends, sewing, planting , brainstorming, planning...seems that I may have too much 'life"! Never have too much life....everyone has just what they ordered. I tend to neglect things like mopping, dusting and perfecting the appearances of my home and life....Mostly don't care if my car needs a bath, or if my garbage can looks worn as it sits on the corner or if I broke a nail while playing catch with Willow. what I love most is that there is always something interesting going on going down, or coming up....It does not always have to be about how much I spend to get my entertainment, my "STUFF", and so on. I am just darned happy my day is not spent searching for my next meal, running from something that wants to make ME thier next meal or working endless hours trying to get my next meal to grow. I was given the gift of some free time...I am not wasting it worrying about how to make my next dollar...I am going to continue to enjoy it doing the things I find enjoyable.

Studio's done....

marijahne — Fri, 04 Jul 2008 03:24:35 GMT

Happy happy happy....see me dance about doing the happy dance. Already have hours slotted for use. This is going to be FUNFUNFUN. My own space my own hours, all the prime time I need, no bargaining, no pleading no fuss no muss. I now have freedom to dance about the space and time of my choice. Of course larger classes will continue to be held in the same locations. Its just nice to be able to say Yes we can get together then, ...at that time.... on that day...no need to juggle. I must thank my dear hubby for without him I would still be struggling to find the pennies, the elbow grease and the how to's?. He is my champion! My Knight and my strongest supporter.this has been a wish of mine for so very long and now it is a reality! The TIN CAN GYPZEE"S now have a tin roof over thier heads to call thier own!!!! next project? The Office, and the sewing room. Oh and I need bookshelves ...i think I will build my own.

Bouncy bouncing bounce then bounced again

marijahne — Sun, 29 Jun 2008 05:26:22 GMT

What a strange couple of days ...I was all over the place energy, emotional, spiritually. sometimes I know what is "good" for me but I do not know how to explain the strange why's and wherefore's behind it. I introspect at the oddest moments. Epiphany flashes in during the simplest activities, (a usually sudden manifestation or perception of the essential nature or meaning of something (2) : an intuitive grasp of reality through something (as an event) usually simple and striking (3) : an illuminating discovery b : a revealing scene or moment) These are not always great and wonderous things of fluffly clouds and rainbows, Kittens and flowering trees. Sometimes they reveal goblins and scary bits you would rather not become familiar with. Unfortunately there is little forewarned/ is forearmed with these illuminations. I get what I get and I must deal. I learn a lot. Its like removing the hip off the rose bush so that it will flower more abundantly, I do not enjoy that the flower has passed, I am sad to snip it away and discard it, I am joyful to know there will be many more blooms to follow. I learn that it is the rose bush that is the thing to cherish, nourish and enjoy from one bloom to the next. AND I learn that the Rose bush does have its thorns so I must be careful while snipping away the hips. And with that I find myself leveling to an easy stroll again as opposed to a tumbling and bouncy skip, trip fall. I hope that I will stroll for longer periods and bounce just a little less. It is one of my many goals.

Honor the musicians.

marijahne — Wed, 25 Jun 2008 04:25:48 GMT

As dancers we sometimes get a little caught up in what we are doing, how we are perfoming, and all the ME stuff. we talk and debate about dance and how important it is and so on and on and on. I would like to take just a moment to say without the work, the love and the sacrifice of the musicians we would not have the beautiful music that inspires us. Our dances begin with the music... how it inspires us, moves us. Let us try to remember to honor the muscians, the poets and the composers that make the music come to life. Withou t them we would be dancing to the rhythm of the train on the tracks, the thunder and the sound of the rain, which is all beautiful but difficult to repeat with consistency and impossible to call upon on demand. So whether they are distant images on the cover of the CD OR your friend who drums too, Or the ensemble that graces the stage with you on any given show night....remember they worked hard too. Thier equipment and instruments, travel time and expenses exist too. Remember them, honor them, appreciate what they do...people will always listen to good music with or without a dancer included. It is a magical relationship that happens between music and dance.

Heading out to Turquoise Med Grill this SAT.

marijahne — Thu, 19 Jun 2008 02:48:47 GMT

Just letting my friends know ( ha ha) that I will be heading out for good food and good dance entertainment at the Mediterranian Grill in Plant city this Saturday. Show starts at 7ish...three sets...Call for reservations OR to add your name to my table ( MaryJane) Azeeria is performing. Also this Friday I should be at the drum circle in Plant City at the Cafe 101 ...great coffee, fun drumming and maybe a little dancing ...all good fun and happy stuff. mucho free style...It will be a class outting both nights....the more the merrier.

And now something a little less PROFOUND

marijahne — Sun, 15 Jun 2008 04:28:49 GMT

We did it. It is done. My BroadwayGals, my TinCan Gypzees...finally performed the dance we have worked on for some time. Started and stopped students changing, coming , going. Numbers effecting the basic dynamics. Well once we got it all worked out it was just fine. In truth the whole version was four+ minutes but we only got the opportunity to do a short version. Now we know we work and it works and now we can move on to the next choreography. We do ATS drills in between waiting to find each others rhythms in that style. slowly that too is coming to culmination. TRUE ATS is no easy walk in the park. there are lots of things that must be commited to memory, then even so, are subject to personal interpretation. Its tricky some times. Choreography is so much simpler, write it learn it memorize and do it. Anyway we are now four choreographies down for the new little troupe and I am so very proud of my gals. They dun good. Next step "props" REALLY REALLY COOL PROPS.( yeah...you KNOW what I'm talkin' bout huh?) Hey ,look out the tin cans are ready to roll off the shelf!!!! nothing really profound but a step onto the crest of what has seemed like an endless climb uphill. Good girls you hung onto each others skirt hems and tugged and pulled and never let each other down or slip...that's team work! the show felt good. Even better to have it behind us and our energies focused into the future again.

First comes the concept...

marijahne — Sat, 14 Jun 2008 02:29:39 GMT

followed by theory. Then come the attempts to prove or disprove the theory. Dark exists, possibly first and foremost, above all things. We are taught to think of dark, black, non-light, to be negative, evil ect... However, if white is the reflection of all color then dark is the absorbtion of all color. Perhaps we percieve "darkness" all wrong? Perhaps all answers are found in dark? We are slaves to our language, we are limited in our expressions by our language, limited in our ability to communincate true, clear concept. We have a fear of letting our minds expand beyond thier percieved capacity. Rightly so, because, should we allow that before its 'proper time' we would all go quite mad. A built in fail safe? by whom or what? The answer lies in the totality of the dark. My joke, "dark travels so fast it meets itself both coming and going...." Limiting oneself to the known and "proven " facts would have stopped many a great mind from discovering 'some the miracle' that is our existence. Inner space is dark as well... is it not?

The fiery Caves of the clouds....

marijahne — Tue, 10 Jun 2008 03:03:46 GMT

and here is where the dragon flies and sleeps in snuggly comfort....

And Life as a pirating wench....? agreeable.

marijahne — Tue, 10 Jun 2008 02:56:25 GMT

We began our journey Friday with bags of bounty and hope of high spirited fun. follow the the setting sun ye wenches and find the sea before she finds you... Arriving at our destination we hurled ourselves gladly from the wretched ( though quiet nice and comfortably reliable for a land hugging thing) vehicle and hauled our bags of booty and and clothes up and over and into the chambers provided for us by ye old "visa". finding good food, grog and company as soon as the provisions were stowed. Aye that evening the sky shared a most remarkable show of dark rolling clouds, lightening and much needed fresh water and hail. Afterwards, as is her custom, the Mother of All Things rewarded our brave and stoic stand against her rages by giving us a most magnificent sunset display. Beginning with the subtle pinks against grey and blue and ending in the fires of heaven and dragons breath. Even the dolphin came forward to witness the splendor. Up early in the morn and dressed out in our very best for the pleasure of those who wished they were but weren't. We set to raising our tent and wares upon the bargainin tables and began encouraging passer by's to "cum-see what-i-tis-we-got to "enhance" thier living experience." And yes you could say we danced for our dinners and we danced for the pure pleasure, we danced through heat of the noon day sun, then tired and worn, we set it all down and admitted day one was all dun. Sunday agin we raised up our heads from pillows still warm with our dreams. We donned even more bright clothes and strutted on down to the streets and begain singing , and dancing once more. We hailed casual friends and bellowed to old, we danced til the feet were on fire. We sold all our wares and drank all of the grog and not one of us ever did tire. Then ole mother nature took the fish by the tail and threw it way up to the sky and poured the great waters down onto our heads and bid us to say good bye! We had a great time on our pirate adventure though ending bedraggled and wet. I'll do again and again and forever cuz the compnee's as good as it gets.... Love ye all and tis again soon I hope I'll be seein yer colours raised high on the horizons in my future. Mad Mary Flint, (the lady what rides the sunset dragon into the firey cave of the clouds...)

Faith in the Dance

marijahne — Thu, 05 Jun 2008 12:55:43 GMT

FAITH in the DANCE I stand in skirts and bells and coins and gaze upon my sisters. The drums begin, the music plays and movement joins the song. We dance, with faith, in our selves and faith within each other We dance in faith of our love and support. We dance through air, alive with the sound of our souls, our bells, our drum. Though the day will come when the thread wears thin And the bond will vanish or break, The day will come when the bones grow weak Our bodies can no longer soar. The music stills binds, Our souls to the love, To the sister that touched my hand. The music still binds me to the rich, pure earth, In faith that the Song never ends. ( by the way can you see the eyes of the Universe in the picture? I think its nice to know we are being watched over)

FL to GA and back again....

marijahne — Tue, 03 Jun 2008 06:08:58 GMT

and the experience continues. What lesson is the Greater power trying to pummel into my pathetic brain? I am trying to be receptive, but I seem to not be getting the message yet. There is a reason for this and I think there are growing pains involved. Well the good news is I did not sell my house up there yet. The Bad news is I did not sell my house up there yet. SIGH! I love it when I am there. But I enjoy being here too.I have a nice place to live here, again, now. I have set down my tired old roots and am very reluctant to even consider yet another change even IF that was possible. I brought home my RunAway cat. He decided, while we were up there, that he enjoyed being outdoors sooo much he moved into the house across the street where he was free to come and go as he pleased. At first that worried me to no end because I watched him very carefully due to his being declawed. But Darn the guy survived outside with lots of other cats and dogs and wild life...and he made it for the whole four years Two with me and two with Mr. W. But when I was there I had a long talk with "Run Away" ( during the traditional "visit") I told him if he wanted to be with us and he wanted to come back with me we would be leaving at such and such a time, "be on the porch waiting and you have a place on the back seat with Willow." By golly, he was right there at departure time, walked right into the carrier and didn't yowl a peep when the door closed. WOW! It was meant to be. Unfortuately he does not seem to understand the rule here is NO MORE OUTSIDE...We have a musical cat at night now. Hubby is not pleased as he needs to be up at the wee hours of the morn to go to work. all the other critters have welcomed him home with open purrs and waggy doggy tails no problems there.Mr "RunAway", having been Hardened by the great outdoors and elements ( his choice) Gives the occasion warning growl and hissy spit, totally being non-communal and confulsing the rest of the gang on those few occasions. I even got a distainful growl when I scolded him for trying to turn the front door knob. I think re-socialisation will be a struggle for a time. If it doesn't utimately work out we can always return him to his semi domestic standing at the Mr W household on the next trip up to GA ( I guess???) At this moment he is sitting at the window looking, longingly ,at the darkened night sky and wishing or coniving HOW to get out there! This guy has a Siamese voice but is not Siamese. I do not know where he picked up the language. So here we are, an ever growing and re-establishing family of cats, bird, dog and people...wishing we could have the best of both worlds....I, at least, am a little less guilt burdened for having convinced him to come home and be safely secured indoors where claws are not needed. I wonder if I am just being selfish? He does remember what a litter box is for at least! GA was beautiful, lush and green with rose blossoms and peaches on my young tree. The Loquats survived last years drought too! ONe Japanese Magnolia survived the winter and one other looks as though it may have a fighting chance. It really is beautiful country up in that NW corner of GA. still in the 60's at night but got pretty warm in the afternoon...this summer may be a scorcher for us all.

When life hands you onions...

marijahne — Sat, 24 May 2008 03:42:02 GMT

Chop 'em, throw then in a pan and caramelize...they taste really good that way. Remember it is all a matter of perspective.

know the future?

marijahne — Mon, 19 May 2008 19:09:47 GMT

Peter Drucker "The best way to predict the future is to create it." I like this Quote. I know what I want MY world to be... this is a good place to begin every day. Don't worry, I am not ambitious enough to create a new Empire...I just want to improve the comfortable corner of the one I currently live in. show off your body through dance...OR,,,or show off the dance through your body.... I look, I watch, I wonder...who am I REALLY and who do I yearn to be? My future begins as I live this moment.

Okay ....Pirate Festival

marijahne — Mon, 19 May 2008 04:23:34 GMT

Sorry it has taken me awhile to get back to this. Mucho STUFF going on and I was having a fit trying to get a flyer to attach. Miss Techy I am not! I simply do my best. Pirate Festival takes place at St. John''s Pass ( West Coast of Florida, Bay area) Madiera Beach.JUNE 7 & 8 Last year included lots of venders and entertainment naturally I ( because this is where my interests lie) specify that various belly dance groups are scattered throughout the main street amoungst the vending tents, Brawlers, singers, Drummers, drum vendors, Pirate Battles both on land and at sea ( water cannons from the port) It is a beach town, the sun does shine ( hopefully) and it is about hurricane awareness and preparedness as it takes place upon the official opening of our Hurricane season. It is a street festival, open to the public. Troupe's Zahara and Bal Hepsi will join forces and perform in predesignated areas throughout the festival at predesignated times as will all the other wonderful performers who come out to make it a fabulous day of Pirate fun. IF by chance you do come on down ,over ,or up...and you do see us, stop by our vending tent and say hi. we will be the ones passing the Baskets (nudge nudge wink wink)

My Elephant belt

marijahne — Mon, 12 May 2008 16:38:08 GMT

Now it took me awhile to finish this belt. I cut, considered, put it away to work on other immediate costume needs, pulled it out, sewed, had to alter it twice to adjust for wieght loss and gains during the whole "get er du" process then decided to fix it so that I could do my wieght gain and loss yo yo thing without having to make major adjustments. It worked out. I thank "Alia" for the inspirations in certain places....she is the Bestest ever seamstress! BUT i did do all the work myself!!!! LOL.

Today Shimmey de Mayo

marijahne — Mon, 12 May 2008 04:26:45 GMT

Well mmmmnnnn, this was a good event and a good day. Fabulous dance talent. Now I know that many of the featured dancers are "friends" but understand if they were not entertaining I would just not mention anything at all. I mention this because they were "on" today. Yasmina herself did a fun Flamenco, Cerice, Madrina, Johanna, Misha and Azeeria as soloists...Students and troupes of each entertained and Madrina's students gave her a surprise dance in her honor...a very touching moment. although at this moment I cannot recall all the dances nor all the names. I enjoyed myself as did my darling husband who stayed very entertained the entire time. Oh and the food was yummy. Besides the covered dishes Gaspars brought out am abundance of thier delicious food selection too. Enough to go around for everyone and that is saying quite alot. I wanted to stay for the drum circle to follow after the dance festivities but alas my Willow was patiently awaiting our return....she is such a good girl but she is not super dog and nature does call. Students. Friends, troupes and new friends are always a good medicine. I had been feeling a bit stressed over building the studio here at home and the continuing demands of the home in GA. This was a good gronding reminder that there is always time to fuss but there is always time to relax and live in the moment too. I cannot wait until the next adventure...Pirate Festival, whoopee!

Happy Mother's day

marijahne — Sat, 10 May 2008 06:45:15 GMT

and to all you non mom's .... Happy MUTHA's DAY! Everyone gets to celebrate ....see?

about tooting my own horn...

marijahne — Tue, 06 May 2008 04:42:55 GMT

Actually I don't do this very well. I think it is a flaw in me that needs to be corrected. NOT tooting my own horn has a direct effect on what I do and for whom I am doing it. Case in point... teaching the dance. My students NEED ME to toot the horn a bit. I come from the school of thought that says if the quality is good then you don't need to loudly exclaim that fact. If I am given a compliment I tend to say thank-you, smile and move on. I THINK sometimes people take this as 'aloofness' which is completely not intended. I just cannot bring myself to gush or do the jumpy up and down thing and I don't bubble well. It just doesn't feel right for me. Unfortunately I need to be more of these things for the good of those around me. I am very proud of my students. They work hard and laugh often and they show a great deal of dedication to learning how to dance well and from the heart. They are open minded, appreciative of other dancers and thier talents, non-aggressive and always nice to each other and to others not in thier circle ( you know what I mean). Right now they are leaarning a choreography and doing a super job of learning how to "perform" it, with feeling and thought ...its not so easy to let go of your inhabitions and dance freely while at the same time staying aware of the beauty of form and posture. I really don't want to produce robots who dance three of these one of those and four of that. Yes, I know, that has a place in dance. watch any chorus line on Broadway or any large Vegas dance girl show...they are talented and beautiful dancers to be envied for thier own art. For me, Bellydance is more...emotional and not regimented (even the ATS) whether one is dancing or fifty, it is a community dance of expressions. My ladies are "getting" that. So, on that note, I am happy to (toot) say so out loud and Blast my horn in thier behalf. thanks to all for taking time to read this. It has been enjoyably hard work on both sides of the dance floor and I could not be a happier more content teacher than I am at this time.

Good MORNING, and a fine morning it is.

marijahne — Fri, 02 May 2008 12:30:20 GMT

I sit here and I listen to a rooster crowing as the sun bounces light off the Roses. Somewhere in the yard there are a couple of local birdies twittering and making wonderful love sounds. Behind the crows of the rooster is the low blast of a train whistle and that regular "bumpa-pa-ticka, bumpa-pa-ticka" sound of the cars moving over the tracks. It feels like a good day. I have gigs on the calendar, my home studio is about half way completed, the stack of sewing projects is noticably smaller, and I can smell my coffee almost done(.oooooh, the smell of brewing coffee is delish.) the only thing that I think would make this morning happier is to have my own egg layers out in the back yard. I want two or three chickens. My hubby says no I don't. He has the notion that they are dirty and attract vermin. They would probably reek havoc on my veggie garden. I do not want to be earth mama farmer despite how this sounds. I just like to grow my own stuff now and again...I had a pet chicken when I was a young teen and she was fine, she laid an egg daily after some time.She made the awful mistake of eating my dads tomatoe blossoms and thus fell into his bad graces...she did not end up on our dinner plates but I was told a lovely fable of where she went. Anyway I degress....back to today. People who live in FL sometimes complain about the lack of seasons. Well let me share a little info with you. FL does too have its seasons, they are very subtle and you have to use more of your senses to appreciate them but if you take the time to commune you will begin to recognize the joyful beauty of spring squirrels playfully whooing each other, the more "muted" sounds of nature luxuriously rolling off a heavier air, the new buds popping out of the branches and stems, its life coming to first cycle everywhere you look. I love the seasons whether I am in Ga, Colo, or FL.. Maybe I love it more when I am surrounded by rural space,. Strangely enough I am not what I would describe as a country gal. Niether would anyone say I am a city gal. Definitely NOT a BURBS gal EVER! Putting me in the 'burbs' is like trying to shove a cat into a hat box....you have a fight on your hands. So if I have to be catagorized maybe a country gal, but I don't ride, I don't milk and I don't do four wheel drive. Geez maybe I am a dirt farmer???? Well it doesn't matter what tag I get, this morning I am a happy whatever the heck I am.. Tomorrow I have dance til I drop back to back classes and practice and rehersals plus I hope to see one of my favorite dancers at dinner. Today I am free to luxuriate in the beauty that comes free of charge and that's what I think I am gonna do. Today I will play in the dirt with my veggies, flowers and critters and I don't care how much of it gets up my fingernails. Good Morning World and I am off to enjoy my coffeee. MMMMMnnnnnnS

Fingers in the ears.........LAH-LAH-LAH-LAH

marijahne — Sun, 27 Apr 2008 00:06:44 GMT

LAH-LAH-LAH-LAH.... I am not going to hear the foolishness anymore. Everybody is right, nobody is incorrect, if my path is on a loopty-loop and yours is not well so be it. What really seems to have dun me in is....,everybody has an opinion BUT ...opinions are shared in shadows and secrecy because ...well I can't say why that is so but lately it seems that is the way of the whole entire world so why not in our little corner as well???? Well if it is not worth stateing publicly then it is not worth retaining or validating...LAH-LAH-LAH-LAH. If it is reversable upon opposition then again it bears no weight. I do what I do WELL.. I am not embarassed to say so. I am also not embarrassed to say what I do not do well. I am not embarrassed or afraid to admit or state what does not suite ME, it may be just the ticket for you but I reserve the right to say , "no thankyou its not my cup'o'tea." Believe me it has nothing to do with my regard for anyone. I love my friends complete with the imperfections they come with and I hope they love me the same. If they don't ?well , the resulting actions taken by some is plenty hint enough. Point is this is still America USA baby, and art is still art and banning art and burning books is awful and just a way to keep people ignorant and controllable. so if you want to paint the sun green, or call a cucumber an orange well go for it! If you want to be the most popular public person on the planet ...agree with everyone, never commit to anything, avoid all issues and give everything to everyone for free...You probably wont live long but the sudden bright flash that is your life may be all you need, if popular is not your #1 thing then be an artist.... I am off on my loopty loop fingers in the ears singing, ".........LAH-LAH-LAH-LAH" and laughing all the way home......remember this is MY BLOG, naked ME, it is not required reading. BUT sometimes I just got to BLOW of some steam. what the heck?!

second thought...

marijahne — Sun, 20 Apr 2008 23:56:55 GMT

I removed a long ramble of mine concerning Burlesque and belly dance and Fusion.... Everyone will do as they do....The Bull is already out the gate on that one....But for every action there is an opposite and equal re-action. there is a price that will come due. Let us hope we do not end up paying til it hurts....