Beauty of Movement...
Monday, July 25, 2011 at 2:53PM I have found a heightened awareness of my senses this summer. As I drive from the studio to home and home to studio, I am thankful for the reminders of the season we are in. Ripe raspberries, pavement warmed by the sun at the end of the day, the breeze, the trees. All these smells deliciously drifting over me. The beauty of movement that I have seen has been in ordinary things such as my husband's hand guiding the saw skillfully across a board. Family, swimming and splashing in wonderful water. And Extraordinary things, like my daughter's hands diving into a pond and trying to capture a polliwog over and over. Her sinewy body crouched, tensed, ready. Her face alert, determined, and then exhilarated with victory. The arc of a dancer's back, foot, arm, these are everyday sights for me. The beauty of movement I have found in my dancer's lines has not come from the practiced, but the occurrence of the usual. The breath in and exhaled. Their encouragement to one another. This is beautiful. God is kinesthetic...and near and perfect.
Damaris Caughlan-Artistic Director
Delightful energy and fast paced movement was mine...hair flying all about, smiles and laughter and arms thrown up with exhilerhating pleasure and abandon. The conclusion that the scrambler is and always will be the best ride of all time! First, I was caught in my own giddy grownup fun at forgetting all about life's daily tasks. Seeing my husband waiting for me, face beaming with happiness, took me instantly back to childhood as my dad waited for me and my sister to complete our ride. Watching my dad smile, I would catch glimpses of his bright eyes filled to the brim with emotion. Yet somehow never spilling over as we whipped past him. I was always puzzled by this picture of my dad, until I grew up...Catching my breath, I became lost in the joyous faces of my daughters as round and round we went. Their happy contented bodies snuggled in close to mine. Secure in every way. I closed my eyes and felt the wind, heard the thrill of their voices, felt the movement of this man made machine lurching back and forth, so fast and fun. I wondered, what is it in us, that God designs to appreciate this excitement, hope for more, yearn for pleasure that takes us out of ourselves. Heaven? Won't it be amazing to see what heaven is...