This inexpensive but clear clock gets a hammock of intricate interlacing metal filligree to tick in. The belly dancing belt that I bought at Dancing Days in Kensington Market has a place to hang.
And the next time I dance to the earthy sounds of African drumming, I can become a tambourine and jingle can't I.
Love the clock! Jingling tambourine -- definitely. Reminds me of Dance Freedom in Cambridge, MA. There's so much I love about life down here, but that free-dancing is probably the one activity I miss the most from my Boston days.
ReplyDeleteI'm glad I read the post you took down. This photo of the clock reminds me of those German clocks with little chain pulleys (what are they called?) that hang down... it somehow all seems to fit. Jingle and rhythm and time, chains and trinkets and gears, dancing and drumming and the passing of time!
ReplyDeletee_journeys, big cities and large groups of dancers, yes, I know what you mean, it's a synergy. Dance Freedom must be quite something. I find in larger cities people are more inclined to wildness, to letting go more fully and exploring the parameters of their passion in music.
ReplyDeleteMB, why, oh why, does blogger choose to 'go down' when I'm posting a more personal entry, and over which I feel more angst? When it came back up, there were six copies of it! How excruciating. And why did I post a photo of myself that I couldn't even look at? Ah, sigh. And then there's the issue of self-absorption- when does one cross the line between revealing, with a generosity, one's inner foibles and activities, and self-absorption? It was all too much and I stripped the post. But thanks for reading it. I'm happier with this one, and think I'll leave it jangling!
You guys'd be mighty fun to dance with!
Jingling all the way...
I'm glad I read the post, too - I loved the picture of you. You exuded a hint of guilt, a bit of impishness even. And beautiful always.
ReplyDeleteThe hammock is a fine one - a perfect balance of simplicity with complexity. Agreed!