bliss

Tonight I had THAT moment. That moment when the world melts open and we are hurtling through space together, with nothing but us and the cushion of tango for atmosphere.

It was just a second, when he gave himself over to me; the tender act of laying his forehead against mine undid me. In that slightest gesture, I felt him relinquish. I felt him make space in his heart for me, and I felt him allow the vulnerability to wrap us up. And I took it, and held it and loved him essentially.

THIS is what tango is. THIS is why we reach for eachother, why we suffer the doubt, the fear, the pain.

Geraldine

Ok, who doesn't love her? Really? And want to dance like her? And, Lust after her. Which may be completely inappropriate, but I just can't help it.

This one, because I can't keep my eyes off the curve of her hips. She's so luscious in this skirt that I can barely concentrate on her dance.



And this one, for the passion in her dance.





He's ok, too. Ha!

First Phrases

I love the first few phrases of the song. When you embrace me, and take your time to settle in with me, when we synchronize our breathing and then settle a little more. Like in yoga, when we breathe and get that much more of a stretch.

I love when we are with each other and the music plays over us and then settles itself into us, and we just allow it to happen.

No rush, maybe a slight movement, or a weight change, but no rush.

Those few phrases are some of the most precious to me.

and then we dance.

More than Tango, It's About You

Go read this post again. It's guaranteed to make a crappy day better. At least, that's what I'm hoping.


And if you haven't read it yet (anyone out there read my blog that isn't a tangophile? You should read this post to. It's beautiful and soulful and one of the reasons we all dance.), GO READ IT.

you moved me

the music told a story i got lost in
of a quickening peak
and the soft mewling laughter
of this release, and
the small sigh as he moved again
within her
and she gave

and your steps

moved me across the floor and
we breathed together

Satisfied

Many of you read my angst ridden post about tango eating my soul. Your comments, laughter, support and general understanding were wonderful and so appreciated.

And I am thrilled to say that I feel satisfied right now. Not satiated, really, but maybe satisfied. Satiated implies a sense of completion maybe, and I don't feel done. I just feel like I am sitting on the edge of the tango chasm, with a bottle of wine, the soft hum of the bees, the waning sun on my shoulders, with my feet dangling over loose and free. It's a nice feeling.

I had a dance last week that freed up a lot for me. He told me several times it didn't matter, we were just having fun, let's see if this works, and we laughed. I let go. I stopped caring if I "got it right", stopped worrying about how it all felt and just let go. He wouldn't be dancing with me if he didn't want to, right? Not four tandas in a row. Our last song was a milonga, and it was...hot. The music told a story of coupling, of the dance and the drive and the desire, of pleasing the woman and her, in turn, taking care of her man. It was...intense. I think we both walked off the floor a little dazed. I'm not sure he heard the same story I did, but we definitely both felt the connection.

So I am here feeling more confident, more alive, more comfortable sitting with the weighted passion of tango in my chest. It feels warm, and sultry, and romantic, and loving and I wouldn't change it for anything.

It's changing me.

Embarrassed by My Stalking of YOU

So, I'm a little embarrassed because I stalk some of your blogs. I find myself, since I entered blog land as a participant and not just a reader, NOT visiting blogs so much because I don't want to seem like the crazy lady down the street that you are pretty sure intercepts your mail.

But I don't want to apologize or be embarrassed. You guys make my day. I LOVE reading your blogs and people's responses, and laughing, and sometimes getting irritated, and always learning. I entered the tango world all by myself, and I'm a bit on the shy side, so I'm still building those friendships where it's ok to share every little tango detail. You all keep me from alienating my non-tango friends, and from that awkward silence that comes when I see them roll their eyes as I recount some spectacular feat from the previous night's milonga.

So, I'm done apologizing for reading. I might come by 2, 3, or 6 times in a day. It's because you said something that I want to read again. Or because I want to hear what others are saying about what you said.

Thanks for blogging.

Kym, I stalk yours too. Not only are your posts great, but your comments are even better. I don't know you IRL, but I wish we lived closer because I would stalk you in person too. Because you are great. And your husband is a better cook than I am.