soleilisme

Not having much time to blog, here’s the short version.

Our trip was pretty rough to get to Paris, but we made it yesterday at around 2pm at our hotel in the 6th arrondissement.

After a little rest/shower, we managed to visit Notre-Dame de Paris, walk around many little cute streets, hear accordionists play in random places (I thought it was a myth) see the Centre George Pompidou, eat a croque-monsieur, a nutella crepe, sit at 3 cafes, eat a delicious raclette, take the metro at least 4 or 5 times and strangely feel like we took our time.

Tonight we have plans for dinner with a friend and the intention to see many things before that.

Yey for Paris! I love it!

I can’t stop thinking about our trip to France!!! We’re leaving tomorrow and I can’t wait. No really, I cannot wait. My heart beats at an unusual rate today. My chest feels a little tense. My mind, is in French mode. I definitely will be skipping coffee today or I may have a heart attack!
Last night, we started packing already!!! Well, because we did laundry, and might as well just transfer clean clothes into the suitcase than into the closet and back to the suitcase. But it’s the earliest I’ve ever packed! 2 nights before a trip? It’s a first.

I feel like a little kid looking forward to Christmas. And my presents to bring back will be:

-kleenex
-wine
-pastis
-mayonaise (yes, it is better there and it comes in a tube!)
-herbes de provence
-easy bechamel packs
-pralinoise (very little known in America, but so yummy….think hazelnut/almond chocolate cooking bar)
-tea
-pants
-shoes
-cool clothes in general
-music (or at least a list of cool stuff)
-books (to keep my French going…plus, I almost finished the one I’m reading right now)
-awesome culinary memories
-awesome adventure memories
-pictures, lots of them!
-the sensation of being replenished by my roots and filled with energy
-the reasons why I don’t live there anymore
-anecdotes
-the desire to go back and explore other places
-the desire to explore other places
-less love handles
-inspiration to cook more delicious French stuff

Any other suggestions?

The French singer Camille really has an eclectic and very unique sound. She’s one of my favorite artists right now. Check it out!

If you can’t see the video, click here.

Dans une semaine exactement nous seront dans l’avoin pour aller a Paris. Youpiiiiiii !!!!!

In exactly one week, we will be in the plane to go to Paris. Yeyyyyy !!!!

Tonight, taking a contemporary dance class, I had an experience that didn’t happen to me in years. A dance experience. Almost a spiritual experience. The one that lets go of the mental state to just be the movement. The one that lets you forget who you are, where you are, how you look, if you’re doing things right.

The body just moves. The body feels the movement, the brain is relaxed and acknowledges how sweet and right everything feels. The weight feels grounded and at peace with the floor. The feet just glide around the soft wood. Every muscle seem to do its respective job without stress but at its fullest. I am now aloud to feel and express. The energy vibrates through my body and takes me different directions. Without full consciousness I end the choreography very cleanly thinking “what just happened?”.

I breathe hard, my cheeks are very red, my back and head very wet. From the inside of my guts, making its way up through my body, I feel the emotion climb all the way to my throat making me want to shed a tear and laugh at the same time. My conscious mind kicks in and tries to keep this tear from coming out, drinking lots of water and breathing deeply to distract the feelings. And then I think to myself that I have just experienced what all dancers seek and too often fail to find.

This sense of trance, loosing yourself into pure movement, not letting the brain take over and guide, being one with the body and the mind for a few seconds.
So rare. So precious. So lucky.

*****

Ce soir, en prenant un cours de contemporain, j’ai eu une experience qui ne m’est pas arrivee depuis des annees. Une experience de danse. Pratiquement spirituelle. Celle qui laisse aller le mental pour etre le mouvement. Celle qui vous fait oublier qui vous etes, ou vous etes, de quoi vous avez l’air, si vous fait les choses bien.

Le corps bouge simplement. Le corps sent le mouvement, le cerveau est relaxe et prend conscience du bien etre et du ressenti parfait. Le poids semble etre dans le sol et en paix avec le sol. Les pieds glissent sur le bois doux. Tous les muscles semblent faire leur travail respectif sans stress mais a son plein. Je suis donc libre de ressentir et de m’exprimer. L’energie vibre a travers mon corps et m’amene dans differentes diirections. Sans trop de conscience, je termine la choregraphie tres proprement pensant “mais qu’est-ce qu’il vient de se passer?”.

Je respire fort, mes joues sont rouges, mon dos et ma tete sont tres mouilles. Depuis l’interieur de me trippes, faisant sont chemin a travers mon corps, je ressens une emotion grimper jusque dans ma gorge me donnant envie d’emettre un larme et de rire en meme temps. Ma conscience prend le dessus et essaie de m’empecher de faire couler cette larme, buvant pleins d’eau et respirant profondement pour distraire mes sentiments. Et puis je me dis que je viens juste d’avoir l’experience que tous les danseurs recherchent mais trop souvent ne trouvent pas.

Cette sensation de transe, de se perdre dans le mouvement pure, ne laissant pas le cerveau prendre le dessus, etant un entre le corps et l’esprit pour quelques secondes.
Si rare. Si precieux. Si chanceuse.

I don’t have a TV, so I really didn’t even know the Oscars happened last weekend…
But anyways, this Pilobolus video is definitely a treat and a jaw dropper!!! Enjoy.