Does Your Mother Know?

I am still smiling thinking about all the delightful stories shared at our Dancing Heart™ sites last week. Our storytelling prompt was: Tell us about something you did or wanted to do that your mother didn’t allow.

I watched as participants began to wiggle in their chairs, smile and blush. At Deer Crest Assisted Living, Bill shared that he skipped school and went down to the river during the winter and dangerously rode the floating ice. We heard wonderful stories of bikini bathing suits that were banned (but worn in secret), talking late at night to new boyfriends, sneaking the car out to go dancing and not finishing everything on the dinner plate.

We honored our mothers that week and we also celebrated our spunky, wild youthful selves!

Carla

How wonderful it is to dance, create and play together

It is Tuesday morning; our last Dancing Heart at the Como Park Apartments. We have been here for 12 weeks. It has been an engaging, heartfelt 12 weeks. I feel as though I am now sitting among friends. We have shared personal stories about our lives. We have danced and grooved to jazz with “Mr. Smooth”, Irv Williams, learned Irish jigs, created name poems, moved lyrically with colorful scarves, played improv games and so much more.

Today, Cris our fiddle player and teaching artist is with me. He kneels down and plays personal Swedish songs to the women in the circle. We find ourselves in the heart of spring, telling stories of first loves, best ways to flirt and the miracles of Eros. We giggle and giggle!

How wonderful it is to dance, create and play together. . . we wrote our last poem together:

It is spring!
It is spring the birds are in the trees.
The flowers are blooming.
Sitting on the porch in the spring the trees are blossoming, watching boys go by hoping they’ll stop.
Mary winks at me across the circle my heart jumps into the light.
Your wink is a wish of understanding.
I loved Kay but she was interested in Tom.
I’m crying for him because he got jilted at six.
Snap out of it, it’s over.
My husband when he first saw me, I was dancing. I want to meet her, he said!  Our histories are now continuing.
We met on the airplane. We didn’t flirt.
We were flying high!
When I met my husband, I was dancing with another guy.
Just to look at him, I fell in love with him.
I have been married for 62 years.
We loved him up to the last minute.
It’s spring, It’s spring, It’s spring!

Thank you Como Block Nurses!

Carla

Buddy, Can You Spare A Dime!

As I watch our country and the world grapple with economic uncertainty, I am reminded, as we are entering a time of great change, of how greatly the wisdom of our elders is needed.

At each of our Dancing Heart™ sessions we have been asking the questions:

How do you make do with less?
How did you survive the Depression?

Below are a few of the “jewels” we received from our elder friends at the Struthers Parkinson’s Center:

Ken: Most of us kids had a paper route. We would deliver The Guardian; my brother delivered the Saturday Evening Post. Once we got all our change, we would joyously dump all the money on to the dining room table!

Bill: We were farmers. I would wake up at 5 am and three of my siblings and I would milk eighteen cows. Let me tell you there was a lot of squeezing! Then we went to school. After school there were the chores to do and that is where I would make a little money. My mother took in chickens; she then took the eggs and traded them for sugar or flour. My mother was always busy at night; she would mend clothes, braid rugs and quilt. She worked till she went to bed.

Julie: We have to remember that it wasn’t just in the 30’s that people were struggling. In the 1990’s as a single mother with five children I struggled. I received immense assistant from the community without that I don’t know what would have happened.

That morning I witnessed the power of storytelling in action. Each person needed to remember and retell these events. And as the listener we needed to receive their wisdom, their challenge.

One theme became apparent – As our world changes—we all need each other—we can’t do it alone.

Buddy, can you spare a dime. . .I invite you to share your thoughts on how you make do with less. How have you survived during economic difficulties…

Carla


The “Encore” stage

The late Dr. Gene Cohen talked about the four stages of older adulthood in his books and studies. The last stage of life he referred to as, the encore stage. This stage is not seen as the end, but a time to come to terms with what might be ahead. It is also a special time for elders to teach and give their legacy and story to those who are currently with them, listening…

Thank you to David Slater of Entelechy Arts in South London for writing this beautiful piece on the “encore” of  dear Ida Arbeit.

David Slater’s piece on the “encore” of Ida

Dance Around the World

It is such a joy to meet and dance with all manner of good folk in our Dancing Heart sessions. People from Ethiopia, Somalia, India, China, Japan, Mexico, Holland, Ireland, Russia, Israel, Pakistan and many more all have stepped a lively foot in the Circle  with us.  As we find new patterns of justice, order, growth fullness and stability  in the world, let’s make sure that dance, music, and our stories are always part of the dialogue/multilogue.

The Power of Shared Memories

Right before the Holidays, as a staff we took the time to reflect on The Dancing Heart Program. The theme that emerged was the legacy the Elders shared through their stories. One of the most powerful moments of working on The Dancing Heart are stories the Elders share. Maria encouraged us to listen to our elders and the stories they have to share…

Over the holidays, I had the honor of hosting an annual family reunion for my mother’s side of the family. Each year the event is hosted by a cousin from my generation, oldest to youngest and this was my lucky year. With fourteen grandchildren – this chance doesn’t come very often. As each family member entered the party room, I was flooded with memories from the past, and suddenly felt the weight of time lift, as if we were together again in our grandparents’ house and no time at all had passed. After dining and chatting, catching each other up with where our busy lives had taken us, the children left the room to prepare for the telling of the Christmas story. They came out dressed in colorful robes and each took their place on the storytelling floor. As the story was earnestly told by these sweet, young souls, the elder family members looked on with wide eyes- as if hearing the tale for the first time. The children left the story space and the older generations were invited to come forward and share any memory from our family’s past. One by one, we pulled out rich anecdotes, each one stirring another to the top of the pot until the room had been transformed into a beautifully magnificent tapestry spreading it’s warmth around us all. We all left the party with dancing hearts, full of celebration and ready to bring in the new year.
Nancy

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