The Dance of the Mundane

It’s easy to see the rhythms of life in dance, even ballet; it’s not as easy to see the music, the rhythm of dance, in mundane life. It’s been suggested, though, often enough, in musicals; maybe people on a street hawking wares, in a musical the cries of mongers are alternatively repeated, becoming a song; a group of sailors with mops on a deck turn their swishings into dance, and so on. One can see something like that in daily life; my wife and I shopping, putting things in baskets, her and then me, stepping aside for other people in a reasonably graceful way, she opens the car trunk while I lift the groceries, I put them in, she closes the trunk, we step into the car, her and I almost at once, the doors closing slam/slam. The movements of my body around the yard…

A lot of it has to do with moving one’s body in the environs, the space co-composing the music with you, I move around this object, to get at this one, and the most mindful way to do it is fairly rhythmical, there is just a *hint* of dance to the motion, especially when linked with other motions…If I pay attention…

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