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“The job of feets is walking, but their hobby is dancing.”

“Caution not spirit, let it roam wild; for in that natural state dance embraces divine frequency.”

“Through synergy of intellect, artistry and grace came into existence the blessing of a dancer.”

“Dance. Smile. Giggle. Marvel. TRUST. HOPE. LOVE. WISH. BELIEVE. Most of all, enjoy every moment of the journey, and appreciate where you are at this moment instead of always focusing on how far you have to go.”

“Life is an affair of mystery; shared with companions of music, dance and poetry.”

“Marriage is not kick-boxing, it's salsa dancing.”

“Without realizing what she was doing and more on an impulse than anything else, she leaned forward and kissed him. It was a simple, yet firm kiss and she pulled back after only a moment. But it sent a thrill through her. He leaned down for another. But she put her finger on his lips to stop him. "That was my reward to you," she said as they danced. "Don't squander it." "Reward? he asked still seeming both surprised and delighted at this unexpected attention. "What for?" "Why for living, Vaelros. And for doing so much else to help me. I will have you rewarded in state as well. But that was just from me." She saw Vaelros flush and she gave him a brilliant smile. "You don't like my reward?" she asked. "I do!" he replied. "I want only to learn how to earn more." The music was fading. The song was ending. Luthiel stepped back and let her hands drop. "A mysterious thing, my heart," she said.”

“Did I live the spring I’d sought? It’s true in joy, I walked along, took part in dance, and sang the song. and never tried to bind an hour to my borrowed garden bower; nor did I once entreat a day to slumber at my feet. Yet days aren’t lulled by lyric song, like morning birds they pass along, o’er crests of trees, to none belong; o’er crests of trees of drying dew, their larking flight, my hands, eschew Thus I’ll say it once and true… From all that I saw, and everywhere I wandered, I learned that time cannot be spent, It only can be squandered.”

“I only wrote prose before I met you. My musings were superfluous and serious as well. But now the words dance with me. I sing with them and we create poetry.”

“You’ll learn, as you get older, that rules are made to be broken. Be bold enough to live life on your terms, and never, ever apologize for it. Go against the grain, refuse to conform, take the road less traveled instead of the well-beaten path. Laugh in the face of adversity, and leap before you look. Dance as though EVERYBODY is watching. March to the beat of your own drummer. And stubbornly refuse to fit in.”

“When a Wanderess has been caged, or perched with her wings clipped, She lives like a Stoic, She lives most heroic, smiling with ruby, moistened lips once her cup of Death is welcome sipped.”

“Do what lights up your soul like a disco ball in a dark room. Chase after joy like it’s the last slice of pizza at a party. Life’s too short for anything less than belly laughs, spontaneous adventures, and dancing like nobody’s watching. So, crank up the music, grab your sparkly shoes, and strut through life with a twinkle in your eye and a skip in your step. After all, the best moments happen when you follow the rhythm of your own happiness.”

“If you want your physical, mental, emotional and eventually spiritual circumstances to transform completely, perhaps even beyond your wildest dreams, be willing to step out of your comfort zone onto the dance floor of your own mindfully chosen life.”

“Your life is your work of art, it's an expression of your uniqueness. Sensuality enables artists to explore the depths of human experience, translating their internal landscapes into creative expressions that resonate with others. Each form of art captures the essence of emotion in unique ways, inviting audiences to engage with the artist's vision. In painting, colors and textures evoke feelings that can range from joy to despair. The choice of hues can create warmth or coldness, while the brushstrokes convey movement and energy, allowing viewers to feel the artist's heartbeat on the canvas. Each artwork becomes a window into the artist’s soul, reflecting their innermost thoughts and feelings. Music, too, is a deeply emotional medium. A melody can evoke nostalgia, while a rhythm can ignite a sense of urgency or joy. The interplay of notes and silence creates a dynamic landscape where emotions can flow freely. Lyrics can tell stories of love, loss, and hope, forging a connection that often feels personal and intimate. Writing gives voice to the complexities of emotion. Through prose and poetry, writers can articulate thoughts and feelings that may be difficult to express otherwise. Each word is carefully chosen to resonate with the reader, drawing them into a world where they can empathize with the characters and situations presented. The written word has the power to heal, inspire, and provoke thought, making it a vital form of artistic expression. Photography captures fleeting moments, freezing them in time while conveying emotions that may otherwise be lost. A single image can tell a powerful story, eliciting joy, sadness, or contemplation. The photographer's perspective shapes how we see the world, inviting us to experience beauty, vulnerability, and the raw essence of life through their lens. Dance is perhaps the most physical manifestation of sensuality in art. It encompasses a language of movement that transcends spoken words, allowing dancers to express emotions through their bodies. Each movement tells a story, whether it’s a graceful ballet or an energetic street dance, and the connection between performers and audience can be electric, creating an atmosphere of shared emotion and energy. In all these forms, the artist's sensuality serves as a conduit for emotional exploration and expression. It is through their vulnerability and authenticity that they invite others to feel, reflect, and connect, reminding us of the richness of the human experience. Art becomes a celebration of life, an exploration of emotions that binds us together in our shared humanity. Being an artist is immersing oneself completely in the experience of life...”

“The good news is that Christ frees us from the need to obnoxiously focus on our goodness, our commitment, and our correctness. Religious has made us obsessive almost beyond endurance. Jesus invited us to a dance...and we've turned in into a march of soldiers, always checking to see if we're doing it right and are in step and in line with the other soldiers. We know a dance would be more fun, but we believe we must go through hell to get to heaven, so we keep marching.”

“Each woman has potential access to Rio Abajo Rio, this river beneath the river. She arrives there through deep meditation, dance, writing, painting, prayermaking, singing, drumming, active imagination, or any activity which requires an intense altered consciousness. A woman arrives in this world-between-worlds through yearning and by seeking something she can see just out of the corner of her eye. She arrives there by deeply creative acts, through intentional solitude, and by practice of any of the arts.”

“For some reason, the sight of snow descending on fire always makes me think of the ancient world – legionaries in sheepskin warming themselves at a brazier: mountain altars where offerings glow between wintry pillars; centaurs with torches cantering beside a frozen sea – scattered, unco-ordinated shapes from a fabulous past, infinitely removed from life; and yet bringing with them memories of things real and imagined. These classical projections, and something in the physical attitudes of the men themselves as they turned from the fire, suddenly suggested Poussin’s scene in which the Seasons, hand in hand and facing outward, tread in rhythm to the notes of the lyre that the winged and naked greybeard plays. The image of Time brought thoughts of mortality: of human beings, facing outwards like the Seasons, moving hand in hand in intricate measure: stepping slowly, methodically, sometimes a trifle awkwardly, in evolutions that take recognisable shape: or breaking into seeminly meaningless gyrations, while partners disappear only to reappear again, once more giving pattern to the spectacle: unable to control the melody, unable, perhaps, to control the steps of the dance.”