(Means slowly - read Polé Polé)
Exhausted as I am, bad dancer as I
am, just learned from John, the taxi driver in Moshi (Tanzania), to slow down.
Something is wrong. The rhythm is gone, the dance is clumsy. I am
drowning like when you hastily grab, claw and clutch chunks of water in
an attempt to swim faster, but it only makes you drown faster. Need
a pause between each stroke to stay surfaced. To smoothly glide the water.
To enjoy not swimming while swimming.
The rhythm...
"Pole pole my friend, pole pole!".
how beautiful is this description...and how beautiful is it to learn and unlearn rhythms as we move from one land to another..that bodies respond to the geographies that engulf them and the unique tempo of that climate ..." from karen I learned that the people who live near the ocean speak in waves"
ReplyDeleteVery true. And I always loved Karen's "speaking in waves" analogy.
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