"A good dancer is one who listens to the music... We dance the music not the steps. Anyone who aspires to dance never thinks about what he is going to do. What he cares about is that he follows the music. You see, we are painters. We paint the music with our feet." — Carlos Gavito
Dr. N and her tango instructor performed a sizzling dance embodying masculine-feminine connection. It is not the bump and grind sexiness of other dance forms, rather a slow and deliberate, intimate grace. I thought, "I want to try that." Actually, my first thought was, "Damn, Dr. N has a glorious back!" Then, the other thing.
The next day, at the airport on the way home, my head is buzzing with ideas and excitement. I want to write it all down and make it real. I have no pen! How could I have lost my pen at a time like this?!?!? I am frantic. I take to my phone and tap out an email to my cousin, so there is a witness to my latest spark. I notice a connection between my business and my marriage, and I want to take both of them to a deeper level. I desire to take what is stable and solid and lovely, and transform that into something as glorious as Dr. N's back.
As I sit in my seat, I borrow a pen from my new neighbor and jot down a couple things. I return the pen, and he asks me if I'm returning home on this flight. We get to talking, and I realize that this is an opportunity to practice listening, so despite being exhausted and on the brink of revolution... I engage in conversation. It turns out he's a history professor at a local college, and he knows the area of town where my business is located, AND he even knows what cranio-sacral therapy is. Fantastic! Many people still think massage therapy happens in a "parlor," so in my mind this is already a smashing success. At this point, I'm not practicing listening, I am actually enjoying this and am genuinely interested in what he is saying. So simple.
Imagine my surprise when he says next, "Do you like to dance?" (That might sound creepy, but it truly wasn't.) I laugh, hopefully not cackle, and tell him that yes I do like to dance, and that I was just thinking about finding ways to do that more. He tells me that he dances tango. In fact, within a two mile radius of my home, there are 5 different places that teach and host tango. It's such a big scene, in fact, that he says, "If you're from Pittsburgh, I just assume you tango." I LIVE IN TANGO MECCA! I had asked silently for tango, and 10 minutes later, I was presented with a buffet of tango opportunities. Pittsburgh is teeming with tango. There's an online tango calendar (www.pghtango.com). We talk about tango for an hour.
At the end of the flight, we exchange first names and I say, "Well, I'll probably see you at tango." Smile. Handshake. Done.
Now I know why I didn't have a pen.