Summertime… … … ok, now what?

Well, summer is finally here. I’m going to a Dance camp every day, my birthday is on friday, I’m going to Florida for a week that night, and thats all im thinking about right now.

Yeah…

ok…

I’m pretty boring…

Me?

Me?

Only me? Only me? Only here with a name, address, a life? Thats me? Who am I really? Who is that person hiding behind… me? Or is it me? Am I not myself? I hide from judgement, do others hate who I really am? Why? Why do I hide? Why can’t a hermit crab live without it’s shell? It can, but it needs protection right? But what if there is nothing to be protected from? What then? Then why am I hiding in this shell? Why can’t I be me?

The Auction and The Warrior Dancer

Well, soon will be the Peninsula School Auction. The Auction is held every year, although no children are invited except the eighth graders, who are invited as a sign of passage to the adult world. Well, it sounds like fun!
In Dance today, we talked about the warrior dancer, and danced, and let each of our warrior dancers out. I wrote somthing on it, here it is:

I lie with my back to the hard, wood, floor. My eyes are closed, but slowly the music goes. When my eyes open, I see so perfectly, the gold dust falling, falling, on top of me.
I sit up, as the power whirls in my heart. It whirls round and round until it is released. I am dancing, in an endless chamber of dancers, but I do not see them. I see the dust, gold and glittering, and dance, as the new power I have never felt comes.
I now have courage! To do as I please! I cannot stop, for when I do, all will end. I must be solid, I must be dainty, I must be elegant, I must be pretty. I must not go, beyond what I see. But when I dance, the warrior dancer comes out of me.

I think my writing is improving. Better write more!!!!! By the way, i love comments on my writings. It helps me keep in touch with how they are.

oh! and I have been reserching dance schools on the coastside, got two im gonna look into!

Expansion

So on Tuesday I went to dance as usual. Judith, (The dance teacher) usually gives us something to work on in the week. This week is expansion. When I am picked on or something bad is said, or for no reason at all, I just think, expansion. I expand my mind, and I pretend I am expaning, so that I become bigger, and the thing that is bothering me (“mud”), gets smaller.

Try it out its cool.

Learning about myself through dance.

In dance, our group has been working on “bringing down the wall” the wall represents what we, humans, people, put up to protect us from what simply is not there. Ever noticed one of those times, that you are talking to someone and they say something about you like, oh, “Dude, your weird,” and you imediatly put up a wall. Or, when you meet someone new, and you just ignore them? why?

This “wall” also represents who you are to others. Like talke me for example, My name is Audrey, i have an address, a family, a house, a life. I’m easy going, happy all the time, and a person who loves to have fun. That is my wall.

Now, i am learning about me. The real me. I have noticed that i do not like not getting my way. I am a very rough, angry person sometimes, and yet i still want to have fun. There is more, but it is hard to explain, i will learn more, just, this is all I have found, for now. Here are some free writes about dance.

The Protector

There is she, and there is her close friend, the friend is her ruler, her king. She follows her friend’s orders, while it protects from something that is not there. There are others, all around, and she watches curiously.
One of the others moves toward her. “Come out! Come out! It is safe!” But as she says this, her close friend says “No, No, it is not safe.” She listens to her close friend, the one who protects her.
Another moves toward her and says “Nobody cares! Come out and be happy!” But the close friend says “No, no, everyone will think you are stupid.” She listens to the close friend once again.
One more reaches out, and says “Come on! Come On! Come to the place your friend cannot!” but the close friend says, “No! I will not protect you there!”
She looks between her dear friend and the glimpse of her true self. She says to herself, “Does my friend really protect me? Is there anything to be protected from?”
She breaks free. Her life that her protector built is gone. So what is left?
“Me.” Says she, and reaches for another, whose friend is holding her back.

Into The Mystic World of Music

We start on hardwood, looking, but with a blink, our feet lift from the ground and our spirits soar. We reach for each other, as each displays themselves.
The vibrations of our bodies connect, we are one, and always will be as long as the music is on, and we are free in the mystic world of music.
We are dancing together, we connect only with the music, and ourselves. Our hearts soar, as we dance in the golden lake, dance high over the pearly clouds, and dance low over the everlasting hills. The ongoing footsteps and troubles of the outside world no longer bother us. Our spirits are free in the mystic world of music, as our hearts lead them.
Hope you enjoyed!!!!

Dance

So I do a kind of dance called Modern Dance, and I have been doing it since I was five or six years old. Now, I am in the preformance group which is the highest you can go in Judith Komoroske’s Class. It’s a wonderful class, on the first day, I learned something intresting.

Ever noticed that wall you put up when your the center of attention? Like your not being yourself, you know? We have all felt that, like, we need to be someone we’re not to have friends!

During dance, while the music was going, Judith told the class to stop and go to the back of the room and face her and the other teacher Elaina. We did, and she told us to walk toward her, then walk away, notice if we were looking down, if we were, to look up. She then asked if we felt her eyes on our back, and to notice the wall we had put up to try to block her, and to let it go, and continue dancing.

This, was the most fantastic thing I had ever felt! When I danced, I didn’t worry about what people thought of me, I knew everything was going to be fine in the end, and I felt that I could truly be myself! I have not felt that for a long time.

Afterwards we talked about it and Judith said something that I will always remember. “When you’re comfortable in your own skin, everything looks good on you.”