In a previous post, I told you about how random people come out of nowhere to deliver me very specific, meaningful messages. I have a bit more to say about that …
Saturday I went to see my teacher perform at a local restaurant and I found myself sitting next to a nice young woman at the bar. We somehow got to talking about our love of flamenco, our backgrounds in dance, our careers, our families. Then, out of the blue, she looked me straight in the eye and said, “Listen, I’m going to tell you something …” She then said some very kind things to me and gave me a lovely, thoughtful piece of advice that came at precisely the right moment in my life.
No, I can’t tell you what she said. To do so, I’d need to reveal other things about myself and a girl’s gotta have her secrets.
I told this story to a friend, and explained that this type of thing happens to me A LOT, and she offered her own observation: “Maybe it keeps happening because you’re not listening.” Huh. Interesting.
She’s right. I don’t listen. Or, I do listen, but I fail to apply the wisdom to the situation at hand in the appropriate way. Here I’m being blessed with these little gifts and I treat them like the silly messages in fortune cookies: consider and enjoy them for a moment then toss them out with the trash.
I can’t do that anymore.
What does this have to do with the dance? More than I can explain. Flamenco has helped me (or forced me) to deal with all kinds of things, in very unexpected ways.