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and I dance outside into the night

a gift:

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I twirl
and the white skirt swirls
around me
rising into the air
a gentle cloud.

Dark beckons
and I dance
into the night
dance under moon and stars
feet stirring grass
damp with dew
arms raised to heaven
swaying, dancing;
music swelling in my ears
as I dance
in moonlight.


I wrote this for Stone Soup... rejected, but I received a really sweet note with it
*is very proud of herself* " :May 14, 2003

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Dancing as flying. Everything looks different from thousands of feet up, in a jetliner, at night, looking down at the twinkling lights on land or into the blackness of the ocean. Or in fact both at the same time. Imagine how everything looks from billions of feet up, immeasurable distances, at night and day, looking down at twinkling lights and the blackness everywhere and nowhere at the same time.

If you plan to fly, there is a speed called V1. That's how fast you have to go so that you can't any longer touch the ground, you have to dance or fly --- or crash. You feel it as the wings lift your plane and you sink back into your seat. The earth drops away.

When you reach V1, fliers say "The decision window is closed." You've made your choice. Ki did. We all do.

There are lots of different kinds of contrails in the sky, whipped by the wind, this way and that. Lots of different dance steps, too.

And of course there can be lots of takeoffs here and there, from different places, in your life --- so you have a lot of decision windows too. We all do.

And they can refer to lots of things besides flying. But especially flying.

And dancing with your arms raised to heaven, too.

Of course.

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"Moonlight Dancer", (c) 2003 by Kiota Bandal, All Rights Reserved.
"Moonlight Dancer", (c) 2008 by the Estate of Anna Rosenfeld, All Rights Reserved.


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Apr. 1st, 2009 09:40 pm (UTC)
I remember this one entry of hers about flying. She was in a high building and looking out the window, and kept talking about how she would give her whole life to fly for only a few seconds. That entry has always stuck with me. God I wish I could still read her journal.
Apr. 3rd, 2009 12:22 pm (UTC)
As her nightmares got more intense and sometimes were turning into daymares, she posted about those too --- seeing and feeling herself soar across the ocean and then clutch onto her lover, only to slowly slip away in a spiral toward the ground and hit a wall and break.

I like what you remember of yours much better :P

Now, of course, she's flying all the time and the walls have all long since vanished.
Apr. 3rd, 2009 01:16 pm (UTC)
Well, it wasn't exactly an uplifting entry. It was more about jumping from the building and suicide. =\ But the flying part was sort of hopeful, in a way... maybe. Or maybe not. However you want to interpret it.
Apr. 3rd, 2009 01:30 pm (UTC)
Well, what I saw on our last day together was a lot of flying... saw and felt it, flying into the sunrise of new dreams we had been talking about all week. Upwards.

And I saw that and felt it most especially when I dug into the earth in Israel one August morning and performed the consecration service for all of us... you were right there too, along with lots of others. Just a short walk away from where she had composed her "Abandoned Railroad" series of photos... a couple of wing flutters away.
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