Haiku “Time”

Lives parallel timed mine,

As I live my life,

Time lives parallel to me.

Bexy

Track

Is it really all relative?  Is it time?  Does the ground beneath my feet actually feel the same as the ground beneath yourn?  Is it all relative?

New cache!

If you know about Geocaching, you will understand the title and basically I hid a new cache and it is up and running this morning.  If you don’t know what I am on about, please find out about Geocaching.  It’s a great way to find out about places you find yourself living in, travelling through, with fun for kids (of all ages) and doesn’t cost a thing.

geocachingI personally don’t use a GPS (Global Positioning System) but Google Earth to locate each cache using the coordinates, then go to the place to find it and sign the log with my grandchildren.

2+2

We have two grandchildren staying with us for the rest of the month and anything and everything possible to go to for free or cheap (art/museum/craft/swimming…) we’ll be going to it.  There really is an amazing amount of things put on for free.

Thank you to anyone who has put things on for free for children

over the summer holidays. xxx

Delete, repeat, return… happy.

So many times I’ve learnt dance moves over and over, until I REPEAT them whenever I hear that music.  Only sometimes I see those moves and think DELETE!!!!  I then RETURN to the drawing board to do a whole new set of choreography, until I know I’ve gone bonkers, but happy.

Delete Return Repeat

We’re dancing tonight, my solo I have changed many times and enjoyed going bonkers and I’m happy to get up there in the Small World Theatre, to share freely what I’ve chosen.

Costume arms

I don’t think many people will know about this physical ailment, but here goes.

costume arm

“Costume Arms”That ouch you get in your biceps of a morning, when you’ve gone to sleep after a sewathon, sewing costumes by hand damn near non~stop most of the weekend, to create something sparkles, wow and impressive, working thoroughly so things are safe and can’t pop out, layers cannot come apart and bits won’t fall off during a dance! 

Dance cane

Belly dance caneI was looking at YouTube to find a way to make a belly dance cane out of a garden bamboo cane, especially bending that little bit at the top.  I want to not waste/spend money on some import from hundreds of miles away.   However, I wasn’t successful for that, but found and loved this YouTube clip, all about bending really thick pieces of bamboo 90 degrees:

How to Bend Bamboo in a 90 degree angle

In the meantime I’m going to try soaking the ends of the garden canes in boiling water, see if that softens it enough to bend them round something, then letting them cool and dry.  I get the feeling this might work, might, perhaps?  As for the painting and decorating bit, well that will be a breeze and a joy.  Finally hitting the floor and twirling it over my head like a loon dancing of course!

Wait, wait, reforming ideas, now I’ve just found a winning dance without the saidi canes having to be curved at the end:

Nawar group dancing saidi-iraqi dance

This also made me want to never cut my hair again and use it in future as a prop!

Straight saidi dance canes

Remember to click on words in my posts that have lines under them, this will open up a link to images and the like to enhance my meanings.  Thank you.

 

Sewing, Darning and Clothes Swap

Narberth Mending CafeThe Narberth Mending Cafe – Sewing, Darning and Clothes Swap is on tuesday night at Span Art, Narberth, West Wales, UK, 6pm and I might take some dance sparkle to sort out.  This event is part of the Cheerful Project’s new monthly Mending Cafe in Narberth. 

‘Bring something along and learn how to fix it or come and help others learn a skill… come and spruce up your summer wardrobe, patch the holes in your favourite pair of jeans or darn your best cardigan! Bring along your unwanted wardrobe (please make sure clothes are clean and not too worn out) to swap with others for a whole new look!  Pay What You Can.’

 

Anti-heckle Poem

For some reason, I was attempting to find the soothsayer from Up Pompeii and failed.  In the meantime looking at some YouTube of the series I enjoyed cringing at the odes.  I also recalled Manny, a relative of Frankie Howerd who was a dear friend to my mother, but didn’t actually like me (you cannot win them all).

So, anyways I felt the need to do something Up Pompeii ode~like: Ode to Dancers in the Park

Note:  It’s a poetic attempt at satire from that era.

A room full?

I want to remind people for the Hafla coming up in Cardigan:

Walk into a room full of people

I am dancing to entertain you, to inspire you, to let you enjoy being and so:

Centre of attention

I do not believe I am the centre of attention when I dance, you are.