Tuesday, June 17, 2008
hello, old friend.
8:55 PM
and so here we are, here we are.
windows down, we see a falling star; stop the car
waiting, nothing but our beating hears, going far
oh, the summertime.
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danceflames 2008.
every move I make; I make in You (!)
I always thought of myself as more of a words person, and not a movement person at all; but that changed today.
I stand corrected.
Danceflames was fan-friggin-tastic. I loved every minute of it; truly I did.
4.30pm: went down early to rehearse with Isa, Moses and Jared.
Cara and sweaty Shanae. <3
Jacqqqq. (my original dance partner, who couldn't dance cuz of a slipped disc. :/)
5.30pm: met the rest of the dancers and got to do something that made me supreeeeemely happy. I got to do makeup! (!!)
For Sarah Mok first; and then later, on request: some little girl with beautiful skin, Joyce, Sarah Dierden (mg junior!), Isa, Christine, and a few others I can't remember exactly who.
so the whole makeup session, of course, put me in a superbly good mood because spending an hour tinkering around with my MAC eyeshimmers and moonflower dusting powder and red lipsticks and coral glosses and people's willing faces could only do me good.
Meeee in all my madeup glory.
(yes, I do realize that this was taken in a washroom. It just didn't occur to me at the time to go somewhere glam-mer, s'all.)
Isa (dance partner!) and Cara.
So maybe I can't paint or sketch or draw for nuts; but my canvas is a living one, y'know? If you ask me: there is absolutely nothing shallow about loving to do people's makeup. It's pretty much the same as art, isn't it? ... I mean; I use brushes, just like artists do; and I have a colour palette too, and a canvas-- only my canvas lives and breathes and the look in their eyes when I show them the mirror is more than reward enough.
moving on to the concert.
before that, my lower back started getting these weird spasmy pains. so I was hobbling around and thinking, "oh God, no, no; I really want t'dance today-- please help?!"
the pain went away during the performance, hahlaylooyah; but it's back now with a vengeance, so I think I'll schedule an appointment with the chiropractor tomorrow.
why're there so many things wrong with me. >:[
aching backs aside, though, the concert was terrif.
the FCBC team was great; I lovvvvved our SJSM core dance team; and the contemps were awesome.
And our performance! I can't remember most of what happened, really.
I just remember smiling a lot and having a whale of a time.
Thank you, God, for dance.
afterwards I talked with Angie about dance ministry and told her she looked like Emmy Rossum. such observations doth a very happy Angie make. I can't wait for this saturdayyyyy omigosh am I throwing myself into the deep end? I mean-- Ryan's classes? lyrical jazz and lyrical hiphop?
K God I go in Your name. please help.
sekrit handsign codes: Worship (the) Lord.
(lame, I know.)
...
something happened to me today.
I'm not quite sure what.
But whatever it is-- it's glorious and I'm loving every bit of it.
contemporary dancers.
hiphop dancers. (!)
"this is not just dancing.
this is warfare.
with every step you take, you are taking ground for God; you are stepping on demons and sanctifying the ground you dance on.
We dance to claim ground for the Lord."
- danceflames 2008.