After big festivals I am confronted once again with the peculiarities of human emotion and the beauty that makes us human.
In the US and in certain cities where dancing is not as frequent as every day, a festival is an opportunity to dance all weekend long. Or at least this is the hope for both men and women. For those who have been dancing for many years it is a chance to reconnect with old tango “friends” and dance a few tandas with our favorite dancers who live somewhere else on the planet!
As a teacher, time and time again, students share with me their experiences, both great and not so great. It is amazing that this dance has the ability to make us feel both so happy and sometimes so sad or even angry.
I, myself, have been known to sing made up tango songs with lyrics such as, “oh tango, how you have betrayed me”, half jokingly, of course.
I reflect often on the milongas in Buenos Aires and how it would be if, like many milongas there, it would feel more like a night out for us, too. You tell your friends to meet and you sit at a table together, you converse, you order drinks, you laugh together, you share your Friday night together and dancing is just a part of it. Versus, tonight I am getting dressed up to go dance and if I do not dance I will be upset.
I wonder if sometimes, in our longing for connection, that we project our needs onto unknowing victims.
I have to remember my own advice, my axis is mine, my stuff is mine both energetically and physically. Why would I dump that onto someone who does not know me? Someone who has not earned my trust or my affections?
No matter how many lessons you have taken, how many years you have been dancing, no one owes you anything.
“We are shaped by our thoughts; we become what we think. When the mind is pure, joy follows like a shadow that never leaves.” Buddha