I imagine him standing there, he’s there watching for me, if I could fly I would – beyond that star, beyond a moon, beyond a doubt, my heart will lead me there soon … we’ll meet beyond that shore – kiss just as before happy… we’ll be beyond the sea … never again go anywhere else … my captain …
Dear friends and readers,
I went to the Dance Fusion Workshop for the first time in what seems weeks. The second song we danced to made me long to join my admiral now “beyond the sea:” I remembered how we used to kiss and that I never wanted to sail away from him ever:
Until now I had not realized the song is about loss: the singer longs someday to meet to someone now gone.
For a second time I felt out of it at the fusion workshop while dancing. She had chosen several of the oldest well-known Beatle songs and “Jude” to end on, but inbetween she had some of this “hip hop” skipping stuff, and for a second time imitated someone doing a dance slowly yet in rhythm and thus “sad” said at one point (seemingly I thought to me as I ended in the first row today — usually I’m in the second –), some sharp quip about sadness, and then a little later, asked, “what are you trying to convey.” Her songs were “carefree” said she. That is an artificial mood. I dance from the heart. Her gestures and steps for “Beyond the Sea” were too much of the ballroom dancing type; for “Jude” though we sculpted the air and flung out arms and moved body and legs in slow criss-cross rhythms.
How do I get beyond the sea? I’m like a bird and the scraping of my breast (also at these two OLLIs) is becoming very sore.