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yearning

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Snapshots of Europe keep randomly appearing in my mind and when it happens, I'm shaken. The feeling is gripping and a whole wave of emotions comes over me. I'm sad but grateful...and there's this huge yearning inside of me. This longing to go back and to relive each moment again. I never thought that this trip would have such an effect on me. Yes, I knew it'd be an "experience of a lifetime"...that it'd be like nothing I've ever experienced before...but prior to takeoff, those were all just abstract words people kept repeating to me. And yes, I knew I'd be different...that everything would be different. But this? This is something else. The feeling is profound. It's like I'm in this sort of limbo right now. I've experienced greatness and I know that there's still more to come and yet, right now...there's this kind of lull. And this feeling of restlessness grips me to the point of paralysis...

conversations



Okay, okay...call me crazy but this tribute to So You Think You Can Dance was inevitable. I've been in love with this show since Season One. We're dawning the end of Season Five now and throughout the seasons, my love has never faltered. The show has brought so much joy in my life (yes...I'm talking about a TV show). Never would I have imagined that I could be moved by dance the way I am week after week. Take Travis Wall's choreography above, for example. I watched this routine over and over again and couldn't help but cry! It's stunning! An absolutely gorgeous sequence...proof that actions speak what words can never say...Like Debbie Allen so eloquently said when critiquing the piece, this show has transcended the levels of competition...it's become a conversation. It is just that. A conversation. A conversation through movement that the mass is only now taking an active part in.

So yes...I love So You Think You Can Dance. I love it because it's allowed me to discover and appreciate yet another dimension of human expression...

the doldrums

It's hard going back to the relatively dull suburbia after traveling Central Europe. I mean, you can hardly really compare the two vastly different places. I feel so indifferent and uninterested in what's going on around here and I seriously miss the gorgeous sites, the independence, the people, and believe it or not, our decrepit little dorm room. It's like I've seen greatness and now I'm back to...well, Markham.

I'm deep in a funk. Someone get me out.