Flamenco dancing

I’m never going to Flamenco dance*. I had that realization yesterday as I was driving down the street.  I was listening to Rusted Root on the radio, which somehow made me think about the time I saw Ozomatli play a free show, which then led me to thinking about Spanish guitar, which led to flamenco.  This thought process took maybe 45 seconds start to finish.

And that’s when it hit me.  I’ll never flamenco dance.  Now, before you start wondering if I was big on that PP (pre-paralysis) (also, are you wondering why I used an abbreviation, when I immediately wrote it out?  I’m wondering that myself….), the answer is: not really.  It’s not like I had a huge bucket list and flamenco dancing was on it. I’ve always appreciated the beautiful dance.  It’s strong and powerful and seductive without being an outright sexy (read: gyrating) style.  It’s beautiful and poetic.  And I’ll never do it.

To answer another burning question, I’ve never really been a good dancer in general.  I probably should have gotten into line dancing when I had the chance, because that was about my ability level.  I’m good at memorization, slightly lacking in rhythm.  Most of my dancing occurred in my apartment when I was single, and consisted of twirling to 70’s greats like Joni Mitchell or Janis Joplin.  Twirling just seemed to fit the la-de-da, la-de-da-da’s of Me and Bobbyb McGee.  I was also known to mosh around to Rancid.  But something with technique and skill?  That was not in my wheelhouse.

But now I’ll never be able to try.

And before you get all “Stop being a Debbie Downer” on me, realize that I’m overly positive about my situation.  There is so much I can do.  And there is so much that I do do [12 year old sense of humor break: excuse me while I laugh at that for a few seconds].  And I’m grateful for all of that.

It’s just a sad and shocking realization when something is irrevocably taken off the table.

 

While writing this, my snooping husband looked over my shoulder and asked “What’s Flamerco dancing?”  I responded “Um, you mean flamenco?”  He replied “You’re far away, I couldn’t read it.  What is flamenco dancing?”  So, I realized that maybe not everyone knows what flamenco dancing is.  You know, people who have been living under a rock.  So I’ve added a video of a beautiful dance.  You’re welcome.

One thought on “Flamenco dancing

  1. Evelyn M. Nelson says:

    Tell me about it. My hubs and I used to tango, which I loved! Also, up until 3 years ago I was doing three aerobic classes a week at the Y. Now I am petitioning the Y to add a wheelchair exercise class….(sigh).

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