Yes, it's good to be reminded what a joy it is to be human, without the dead hand of the predators' control matrix of fear and anger manipulating our vibration lower.
An American "Boomer (still after a long time) in love" having a "nothingburger tiff" with my significant other whole (Dutch)--REEALLY insiginificant--pounces upstairs to read her email to find this post. TOTALLY changed my personal mood. FORWARDED it...and am about to go downstairs and say "lets do this dance". THANKS C ;)
I was going to edit..but decided to "reply", because..the story was so much more:
An American "Boomer," still deeply enamored over the passage of time, found themselves engaged in a minor disagreement, a "nothingburger tiff," with their beloved Dutch partner. The matter at hand was so inconsequential that it almost appears amusingly unimportant. In reaction, I ascended the stairs to peruse my email and happened upon your post which had an utterly transformative effect on my personal state of mind. It stirred within me the urge to share this positive shift, prompting me to forward it to my dear "Dutchie" downstairs. I am now poised to descend and approach our disagreement with a buoyant and constructive outlook. Many thanks for this, C ;)
Update: Regrettably, I never made it downstairs. Knowing that my cherished Dutchie was on the brink of retiring for the night, and considering that my office neighbors the bedroom upstairs, I opted to introduce a musical element into the atmosphere. Thus, I played a selection, opting for André Rieu, a choice imbued with significance given the context of our recent "tiff." You see, Dutchie had wished for me to experience a quintessential "Dutch" moment on television while I went about the task of gently thawing my keto ice cream in warm water – a necessary step, having foregone the addition of vodka. The irony of the dispute lies in the fact that it revolved around my intention to soften the ice cream, sans vodka, which would have obviated the need for this process. This incident unfolded as my partner, whom I affectionately term "Dutchie," was engrossed in a traditional Dutch musical exposé on TV.
An additional layer to this narrative is that, as I stood on the threshold of my doorway, poised to initiate our dance of resolution, a poignant recollection emerged. I was reminded that many years past, when Dutchie's brother bid farewell to life, the song "Dance Me to the End of Love" by Cohen was playing – a haunting coincidence. Yet, immediately, when my Dutchie arrived upstairs--slightly imbied--(could it have been the Vodka I left out of my Keto Icecream--I was reminded of a story told aeons ago of Xorba, a family dance for the parents and Pete saying "i'm not doing that". That tale of Pete, who departed via suicide decades ago, and a rather amusing anecdote about an instance where dancing to Zorba was, in fact, intentionally avoided. gave so much depth to our evening. Your contributions to this evening's reflections are deeply appreciated, C. Ever, in the Highest Vibrations of Love, dear substack friend...
Celia has that effect in just the right moments, ehh! The best part: it works. And you probably will remember it again. --at the right moment! Love to you and Dutchie.
New Year’s Eve 2019, we were guests of our Greek friends at their NYC restaurant, closed down to the public for what would be a night & morning of Zorba dance. The host was Anthony Quinn reborn and he did The Dance with his son-in-law to be. Tearing up remembering all. About 100+ guests joined in. The party ended around 4:30 a.m.after every dish was tossed. It was a cold, rainy night in NYC as we slipped off our shoes and continued The Dance in the rain to waiting cars. A last chorus shouted: Oompah!!!!!! Oh Celia, yes, this scene was a genius rarely seen now....the joining of souls, the lock of a life-force of love. 👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏❤️
Oh my God how wonderful!!! 2019!!? I WISH I could have been there with you, but I'm so happy you re-created and shared it. I am transported, I'm there. Can we…bring all this back? Can we?
I pray music will have this impact—flash mobs of music & dance. Is this what the psychopaths fear most? Unity of happiness & love? Andre Rieu often plays The Dance in his concerts—the reaction is exhilerating. I do ask: what is more powerful? The speeches of the politicians or the songs & concerts of street musicians? Can we bring this back? We must.
And I appreciate that Quinn luxuriated with every step. It was sanely slow enough that I could get the moves down without wanting to take my dance shoes and go home. That is utter consideration for the student!
What a beautiful Segue from all the negative that we are continuously exposed to. To dance is pure magic - and a beautiful expression of love. ... The world is stuck in a toxic sea of negative and low vibration. ... We all need to dance more and raise the vibrations.
Opa! God, that was great. I almost shit a brick when I found out he was Mexican. He could've fit right in to every Greek diner in Bergen County, New Jersey. Anthony Quinn. Class act.
Actually, he was a quarter-Irish (paternal grandfather), hence his surname and he says he wasn't accepted in Mexico because of his surname. I had a bit of a similar problem at school in Australia with my Italian surname even though I don't look Italian while Anthony Quinn certainly looked Mexican ... although he obviously could look other ethnicities too.
I was somehow led to the video Celia posted a couple of months ago which prompted me to read a bit about Quinn - he led a wonderfully rich life.
I didn't look up the story of Zorba the Greek but just did now and so now I really want to watch the film which I've never seen.
The Yolngu aboriginal version of the Zorba dance is pretty hilarious.
If you've ever wonder "Why Me?", after having spent so many years exploring the darkness of the heart of man, only a person whose soul still wants to sing and dance could have handled it. OmmPah.
Gorgeous. Good to be reminded of the real beauty that is out there. Still.
Thanks, Celia.
Yes, it's good to be reminded what a joy it is to be human, without the dead hand of the predators' control matrix of fear and anger manipulating our vibration lower.
An American "Boomer (still after a long time) in love" having a "nothingburger tiff" with my significant other whole (Dutch)--REEALLY insiginificant--pounces upstairs to read her email to find this post. TOTALLY changed my personal mood. FORWARDED it...and am about to go downstairs and say "lets do this dance". THANKS C ;)
I was going to edit..but decided to "reply", because..the story was so much more:
An American "Boomer," still deeply enamored over the passage of time, found themselves engaged in a minor disagreement, a "nothingburger tiff," with their beloved Dutch partner. The matter at hand was so inconsequential that it almost appears amusingly unimportant. In reaction, I ascended the stairs to peruse my email and happened upon your post which had an utterly transformative effect on my personal state of mind. It stirred within me the urge to share this positive shift, prompting me to forward it to my dear "Dutchie" downstairs. I am now poised to descend and approach our disagreement with a buoyant and constructive outlook. Many thanks for this, C ;)
Update: Regrettably, I never made it downstairs. Knowing that my cherished Dutchie was on the brink of retiring for the night, and considering that my office neighbors the bedroom upstairs, I opted to introduce a musical element into the atmosphere. Thus, I played a selection, opting for André Rieu, a choice imbued with significance given the context of our recent "tiff." You see, Dutchie had wished for me to experience a quintessential "Dutch" moment on television while I went about the task of gently thawing my keto ice cream in warm water – a necessary step, having foregone the addition of vodka. The irony of the dispute lies in the fact that it revolved around my intention to soften the ice cream, sans vodka, which would have obviated the need for this process. This incident unfolded as my partner, whom I affectionately term "Dutchie," was engrossed in a traditional Dutch musical exposé on TV.
An additional layer to this narrative is that, as I stood on the threshold of my doorway, poised to initiate our dance of resolution, a poignant recollection emerged. I was reminded that many years past, when Dutchie's brother bid farewell to life, the song "Dance Me to the End of Love" by Cohen was playing – a haunting coincidence. Yet, immediately, when my Dutchie arrived upstairs--slightly imbied--(could it have been the Vodka I left out of my Keto Icecream--I was reminded of a story told aeons ago of Xorba, a family dance for the parents and Pete saying "i'm not doing that". That tale of Pete, who departed via suicide decades ago, and a rather amusing anecdote about an instance where dancing to Zorba was, in fact, intentionally avoided. gave so much depth to our evening. Your contributions to this evening's reflections are deeply appreciated, C. Ever, in the Highest Vibrations of Love, dear substack friend...
Celia has that effect in just the right moments, ehh! The best part: it works. And you probably will remember it again. --at the right moment! Love to you and Dutchie.
Now that's a happy ending. When does it come to my local theater?
"You can laugh too. Eh! You laugh". Beautiful. It's like watching a flower opening.
Right-on re. "Zorba the Greek' the movie, Celia!
New Year’s Eve 2019, we were guests of our Greek friends at their NYC restaurant, closed down to the public for what would be a night & morning of Zorba dance. The host was Anthony Quinn reborn and he did The Dance with his son-in-law to be. Tearing up remembering all. About 100+ guests joined in. The party ended around 4:30 a.m.after every dish was tossed. It was a cold, rainy night in NYC as we slipped off our shoes and continued The Dance in the rain to waiting cars. A last chorus shouted: Oompah!!!!!! Oh Celia, yes, this scene was a genius rarely seen now....the joining of souls, the lock of a life-force of love. 👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏❤️
Oh my God how wonderful!!! 2019!!? I WISH I could have been there with you, but I'm so happy you re-created and shared it. I am transported, I'm there. Can we…bring all this back? Can we?
I pray music will have this impact—flash mobs of music & dance. Is this what the psychopaths fear most? Unity of happiness & love? Andre Rieu often plays The Dance in his concerts—the reaction is exhilerating. I do ask: what is more powerful? The speeches of the politicians or the songs & concerts of street musicians? Can we bring this back? We must.
for you. https://youtu.be/Gzu2R1Mu3d8
What a beautiful story.
band of mine did a similarly twisted if somewhat more unhinged version of this https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PyiOSyKwO78
...but... did you dance??? :)
uhhh....not really, unless you count bopping around onstage
So you did --dance!
My late husband was Greek. He WAS Zorba! All Greek men are Zorba.
And I appreciate that Quinn luxuriated with every step. It was sanely slow enough that I could get the moves down without wanting to take my dance shoes and go home. That is utter consideration for the student!
Haha! Yes!
Great cardio workout ❤️😉
Some of that wonderful scene transfused into our blood might nourish our better selves.
What a beautiful Segue from all the negative that we are continuously exposed to. To dance is pure magic - and a beautiful expression of love. ... The world is stuck in a toxic sea of negative and low vibration. ... We all need to dance more and raise the vibrations.
Opa! God, that was great. I almost shit a brick when I found out he was Mexican. He could've fit right in to every Greek diner in Bergen County, New Jersey. Anthony Quinn. Class act.
Ahh, but Mexicans also have that love with dance in their hearts too.
True, as do many types of people of all different ethnicities. What had me fooled was his "Greekness."
Everyone has it. The country matters not. From Greek to Italian to Puerto Rican to everyone. Humans
Actually, he was a quarter-Irish (paternal grandfather), hence his surname and he says he wasn't accepted in Mexico because of his surname. I had a bit of a similar problem at school in Australia with my Italian surname even though I don't look Italian while Anthony Quinn certainly looked Mexican ... although he obviously could look other ethnicities too.
I was somehow led to the video Celia posted a couple of months ago which prompted me to read a bit about Quinn - he led a wonderfully rich life.
I didn't look up the story of Zorba the Greek but just did now and so now I really want to watch the film which I've never seen.
The Yolngu aboriginal version of the Zorba dance is pretty hilarious.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O-MucVWo-Pw
Alan Bates was terrific as the strait-laced Brit.
Irene Papas was gorgeous.
But you're right, Celia: it was Anthony Quinn's movie.
Bob Dylan should have written a song called, "Quinn the Greek".
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Quinn_the_Eskimo_(Mighty_Quinn)#:~:text=Dylan%20is%20widely%20believed%20to,a%20%22simple%20nursery%20rhyme%22.
Quinn's laugh is addicting .👍😎
If you've ever wonder "Why Me?", after having spent so many years exploring the darkness of the heart of man, only a person whose soul still wants to sing and dance could have handled it. OmmPah.
A beautiful film!