Some wishes for J. Prouvaire

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Inspiration hits with a flash, stories written on the go. A rumble of laughter and the tale is heard only in echoes. The wind blows me in a new direction. Whom shall I visit next?


I shall read. I shall watch and listen.

I’ll dance as much as I can.

I’d like to be the one you can come back to relax with, sometimes, after you’ve danced yourself into ecstasy, and you want a change of pace. I know dancing isn’t done only with the body, legs and feet are only part of what is involved. I know the heart is just as important.

I want to save my energy for the interstices, sometimes, the moments where all we can do is smile and try to catch our breath, and drink a sip of something refreshing. When we can sit and watch others’ revels, hold hands, let our spirits rest, rolling down our two arms to pool together in our joined hands and let our hearts mingle as they may. I want to partake of your potential energy as well as your kinetic energy.

Terpsichorean flights may alternate with whimsy. A flight of stairs; a flight of fantasy. A leap across the stage; a leap of faith.

I’ll be there to catch you, and from then, if I may, I can hold you safe and help renew all the potential you could have.


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This is beautifully spun. The pacing is perfect.

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