Beautiful…..

We went to see the musical ‘Beautiful…’ yesterday afternoon… Anadi’s name for me is ‘Beautiful’ and so it felt a fitting show to go to  🙂

In essence it was the story of Carol King, her amazing gift for song writing and singing, her relationship with her first husband and her courage in finding her own way and her own voice. It was inspirational and ‘beautiful’ and Anadi and I both loved hearing the tracks from the sixties and seventies again…

I was born in 1959, and my sister Rosy in 1961 – but my brother was born in 1945 and so the house was full of ‘the sounds of the sixties’ as we were growing up… I am still ‘word perfect’ for many of them…

And the dancing!

Stuart my brother used to dance with us little girls in the sitting room, and we learnt to twist like pro’s!

Joyous times, the music turned up loud and my brother dancing in very cool handsome teenager of the sixties style, while his two little sisters careered around the room like whirling dervishes…!

Music and dancing, so essential to our deepest selves… Let the music speak to us, open us, free us, move our bodies and our souls…. Artists have unique energy and insights that can connect us all to ourselves and one another… Speaking the language of the heart and our deepest selves in words and visions and sounds that connect us to the divine, speak to us of what we already know but didn’t know that we did.

Anadi and I tumbled out of the theatre into a lovely June summer afternoon, and walked back to Covent Garden… On arriving earlier the tube station was packed chocca block with Saturday afternoon sightseers, groups of friends, families, people going somewhere, here, there, everywhere, who knows where…?

But there we were, hundreds and hundreds of us, spending our Saturday together, apart, sharing the same space apart, together… And so I took the stairs, with many others it turned out as the queues for the lifts were thick and dense, and more people flowed as minute after minute another train drew in…

It was fun to race up the stairs, dodging the people climbing up too, overtaking on the inside lane, fun freedom, racing up steps forever, making the most of the body while I’m here…

All the time knowing I will let it go when the time comes, when all the racing is done…

But meanwhile I am here, and more than ever, I feel each dawning day like my life has just begun… I am reminded of the poem by Andrew Marvell – ‘To his coy mistress…’ where on inviting her to his bed,  he is urgent in his encouraging her to adopt the attitude of ‘seize the day…’ because time passes by on this human journey…

And so each moment we are here, if we live it fully, embrace it, be present to every nuance… Engage in each step…

Then…

‘…Though we cannot make our sun

Stand still, yet we will make him run….’

 

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