Wet...

roads, and the birds are leaving, in messy formations, cutting through the skies. But today, I find none, the sky is white, turning gray, and the sun veiled by ethereal murkiness, remains out of sight. I long for its touch, its warmth -a longing that matters not. Once again, I have come to that fork on the road...

There are beaches of golden sand and gleaming water, beyond the clouds, beyond the gloom. I know them in my thoughts. I carry them in my blood, and in every bone, every fleshy fibrous strand and, let us just say, even in every microscopic cell held within this 'I' I have become. There is laughter and pleasure and joy, as I felt them once, as I glimpse now through these misty eyes of mine - a lingering visitor from a distant past.

Torn, between here and there, I go on sighing. 'Unhealthy,' you might say, and what for but a fantasy, a lustrous chimera of things past. What of the 'Here and the Now?' What of being alive, and appreciative for one's blessings. in this present moment?

And I answer, 'Yes, you're absolutely right. But please try to understand, a dreamer is a dreamer, no more no less, a wish his world. I am weak, mostly living in my head. I am weak, too aware of the possibilities and the lost potential. I am broken, and I don't really need mending.'

Every day that passes, I think of this... Every that passes, could tell you this.

Be well, and don't let your dreams separate you from your roots -it might seem fun, but there just isn't any turning back.

A flake in the wind

Black Friday...

is a time to spend, spend, spend -money. And what is money? Take a five dollar bill, what is besides a piece of paper? Supposedly, it is a claim on the U.S. Federal Reserve bank for -precisely- 5 dollars. It is also a relationship between lender and borrower, an agreement, five units of faith in our financial institutions ability to keep things running smoothly.

Experts explain that in a transaction, using cash is synonymous to moving money from one hand to another. Using a credit card instead, actually creates new money... Go figure. Sometimes, the most basic concepts are utterly mind-boggling.

I'd say, don't think about it, pretend I didn't mention any of it, go have fun, buy, buy, buy, one store, one check-out line, one item, at a time. No pushing, no shoving others to get the prize. Take a deep breath, check your booklets of coupons, rush, rush, rush. Maybe you'll meet some friends and have a quick chat. Try to be kind to those working behind the counter, smile, be patient, do your share to get the economy back on track.

Or, spend some quality time with your loved ones, while the crowds gather and dissipate. Listen to your heart, meditate, contemplate. Whatever it is you're doing, do it with kindness, and genuine awareness.

As far as I can see, through my office window, this is a pretty bright and sunny day.

Meanwhile, explosive Pluto is back in careful Capricorn, catalyst Uranus is no longer in retrograde. And, look over there: Sun, Mercury and Mars are planning on having some good time in Sagittarius.

Life is transformation, and transformation is taking place, always, especially nowadays. Be flexible, malleable, opened to be taken by the newness of what is to come. Learn to balance in imbalance. What is seemingly solid, is more like a plank floating in an ocean of possibilities, with change rippling through and through. Nothing is bound to last.

Life is a dance.... don't be too rigid.

A note to self

Happy ThanksGiving...

and a great week-end for all of you, including your loved ones. Don't forget to carry a bit of patience and kindness if you're traveling at this time of the year, and if you're working in retail, a bag of courage might just be what you need.

By the way, the new Moon is moving into Saggitarian seas, which means this is a great time for starting something new. Be bold. Be Inspired...

Be well, and if you can, remember to count your blessings.

Aquarian from the very beginning

Monitor,

Monitor, tell me who is the hardest working part-time administrator at UW. And I'd say, your answer better be, "You Sirree! No doubt about that."

I've only been staring at you for 6 hours straight. I mean, I'm about to quit this whole work thing and go on vagabonding. There's got to be some country out there that I haven't come to feel negatively about, right? One would think, all this traveling should have opened my horizons, broadened my field of aspirations, wouldn't you say? Then why am I feeling so intensely frustrated these days? Anyway, I am ready to take off -at least for today, and I guess tomorrow is another day.

As for the stars... Who knows, I've been too busy with this snow thing that hit Madison last night. But, just wait a second. Ah, here we go: It seems that the moon was in Virgo, which isn't a bad place for the moon, in general.

That was then, and as for now, well... the moon is in between signs heading toward Scorpio, and that, my dear friends, would entail great possibilities for huge drama, emotional turmoil, frustration, bad-decision making -please avoid buying anything too expensive you couldn't return later, and make sure not to begin anything new, or make plans, at least until Wednesday afternoon.

So here you have it, unsupported claims and warnings, which I stand behind as firmly as only a madman, or a fool, would.

Finally, have you noticed how much talk there's been concerning piracy and lack of governance in Somalia. I'm actually compelled to believe that we are being prepared for some action in that region, which coincidentally enough, happens to be very close to Saudi Arabia -again. But then again, what do I know?

Be well, stretch your back, breathe like you mean it, and let's not think about how much of a donation we've made toward Citi Group this week.

Tense and joyful

Brrrrrr...

and sunny, makes me want to get out, really badly, and then I step outside, wearing sweater, mittens, hat, and it's still not enough... Go figure. The sky is tricky blue, lures you out, where the wind is waiting, a bit too intent on biting.

So, it seems that the moral here, if there were to be any, is that not everything is as it seems, and like the wise teacher says, "Looks can be deceiving."

Be well, and now that the night is in, try to keep warm.

Elis Regina...

has a song called Fascinacao -in Portuguese, and it goes like this:

Os sonhos mais lindos, sonhei
De quimeras mil, um castelo ergui
E no teu olhar tonto de emoção
Com sofreguidão mil venturas previ
O teu corpo é luz, sedução
Poema divino cheio de esplendor
Teu sorriso prende, inebria, entontece
És fascinação amor.

The most beautiful dreams, I dreamed
From a thousand chimeras, a castle rises
And in your eyes dizzy, silly with emotions,
greedily a thousand adventures foresaw.
Your body is light, seduction,
Divine poem full of splendor.
Your Smile takes, inebriates, stupefies
This fascination, Love

I don't know if my translation is correct, but what wanted to share is that at times this is how I feel, while at others... it's even worse, or should I say stronger.


Be well and do not hesitate to be yourself.

Morose clouds...

and I do not form a happy unit... I rebel. I resist. I do not allow myself to see the beauty in cold grayness. Meanwhile, there are Somali pirates, hijacked tankers, huge ransoms demanded, and a bit closer, the lamentations of economic experts, preachers of doom singing, high and loud, about the worsening depression, next to gloomy automakers seeking to get their hands on a few billions, Obama and what he might do...

Elsewhere, the moon is in Virgo, just like when I was born. So, I'll go with the flow, be a bit critical, a bit analytical, a bit to the point. No need to meander. I'll go with the flow, maybe then everything will fall right where it should. Didn't I hear once that trying too hard is a form of sabotaging?

Be well, and smile at the world, it is supposed to smile back -or so did the wise teacher say.

A skeptic

Music and sunshine...

the wise old tree so close behind the window, University students walking up Charter Street, is what I am aware of, strings of connections pulling me from beyond the rooftop lines, raising desires, raising impressions, thoughts that will bubble up, up, up, always up, all the way to the surface of one's outermost shell, where they're to be expressed, realized, or resisted, suppressed, denied.

Over and over, we all make a choice, and we all deal with the consequences. Over and over, we do what is seemingly right, or wrong, and how many of us know which is which? We justify, cloak our actions with veils upon veils of justifications. We reason and stand strong behind our views, no matter how wrong they might be.

Yet, there is hope. Yet, there is goodness. Yet, there is selflessness. Yet, there is beauty. And most importantly, there is the innocence of children, the happiness of friends, the passion of lovers, and the silliness of it all.

Be well and don't be too hard on yourself.

a sunny window view.

Clouds...

clearing out, just in time, right before I step outside, seeking sweet vitamin D, just on my face that is. Well, partial exposure is better than nothing, wouldn't you agree? Hopefully, you too will be out there, enjoying the light -if light there is on your side of the world.

I took a look at the ephemeris and there is a lot to be excited about, and more to be aware of, watch out for too much of emotional energy, the murky and viscous type, swaying you out of center, taking you on a ride down some cavernous hole.

A beautiful day out there, let us make the best out of it.

Be well and smile at the world, it might just return the gesture ten-fold.

Someone smiling out there.

Snow falling...

like it's really November. My world is turning white, hectic flakes, caught in shifting wind currents, swaying from left to right. The sky is a cloudy gray, and beneath people are wrapped in blanket-thick coats.

But where I am, behind the window, Samba is playing, mellow beats, then, maybe in a minute a faster one. I see swaying bodies, liquid, fluid, loose, and buoyant. They're in my head, singing 'ta legal, ta legal...' The poor know how to party, know how to move. Under the sun, they're having fun and cool agua de coco. They have no health insurance, but the beaches are crowded and their smiles are brighter than an African-Aids-infected-blood-stained, Indian-hands-washed-polished-and-worked, $4,000.00 diamond...

Not that I don't like it here; I do. Well, kind of, sort of, depends on the day, on how much sun I am getting, how many clouds I am carrying over my head. Wait, there is more than that. There is the company, the intellectual energy, the sensuality of thoughts, the sweetness of ideas exchanged, the unexpected friendships as they blossom, and, become intrinsically indispensable...

And let us not forget the Bookstore and its treasures, the library and its ease of access, the way a government sort of works, without any need for bribery -and believe me, I've had my share of greasing bureaucrats. I've had my share of saying no to corruption, paying too heavy a price, dealing with the consequences of wanting to see things handled fairly, where fairness is nothing but a weak, if not inconceivable concept.

So I take the snow, and even dance to celebrate its arrival.

Welcome, welcome, Ta legal, Ta legal...

Bundled up or in your bathing suits, smile at the world you are handed, and if you dare, put your favorite tune on, and, dance your way through all of life's unending changes.

Be well,and if you are inclined, take up happiness as a hobby.

Swaying, swaying, swaying...

Boisterous Media...

have been keeping me informed of all that is, was, would be, should be, will be, possibly could be, happening. The world is a map replete with messy pockets, teaming with noise, nature going up in flames, smoke, heat, and tears, rockets falling from the sky, deafened ears, machine guns running amok in the hands of brutally desensitized kids, armies clashing with lethally inflated gorilla groups, wild insurgencies, innocents falling left and rights, from RD Congo to Mexico, from Somalia to India, from Gaza to California...

Meanwhile, the G20 representatives are meeting, with growing members pushing for bigger roles and shoes, discussing larger than life topics such as macro-economic transparency, strengthening and revamping of the existing financial global systems, actions and plans to redress the situation, save the day from the looming tumorous shadow of an expanding recession, which even Dubai can no longer deny.

How many times did I hear the word recession? Add to it 'bailout,' and, that shady 'hedge-funds.' The song is sticking to my head, drilled in by oozing-with-confidence economists, zealous worshipers of Capitalism's Free Stirring Hand, preachers of Utopian societies blessed with ever-lasting growth, pretending to know what is going on, when in fact it is most incessant clatter.

Anyway, I'm busily busy, looking for an angle into one of the stories I once began and have yet to finish, and it feels like wrestling with a slippery elephant. I'm also reading, fiction mind you, and good stuff too. Reading is medicine against dullness, intellectual indolence, helpless acquiescence, and most of all, that most horrible of conditions, rigidity of opinion.

Of course, just like with everything ingested, there are side-effects; in this case, the surfacing of unexpected ideas and concepts, dramatically altered viewpoints, loss of balance, chaos, which, when all is said and considered, might just be exactly what is needed.

But don't take my word for it, grab a book, read a line, a paragraph, a page, a chapter, or even the whole thing, from cover to cover, and see for yourself. Then, if you feel like it, let me know how it all went for you.

Until then, I wish to declare Venus missing, gone on hiatus, and I don't have a clue as for where she might be. The last thing I heard was that she was seen with stiff Capricorn. It appears that she must have made a move while I was hanging out with Saturn, or, arguing with Mercury who's been into total nonsense lately -and you know how much I can't stand that.

Otherwise, all is well, in this messiest of worlds we have inherited.

Be well, and like that popular series of books says, don't fret about the small stuff.

A bleeping thing somewhere within unfathomable vastness

A storyteller's call...

Come, come, brothers and sisters, for I've brought a story to share.
Come, come, children and mothers, for there is wisdom to be plucked.
Come, come, poor and rich, the circle welcomes you all.
Gather around, alight, surrender your burden, for this is a tale like no other.
Yes, here and there, find your place. Find you neighbor. Fill the gaps.
Settle down, and remember that in this circle, we meet in peace.
Open your minds, for as the wind dies down the tale begins.

Unexpected happenings...

I've had quite a few of them these last couple of days. Some shakier than the rest. Take for example, last evening. I was cooking, and highly inspired. There were beans, okra, carrots, red peppers, Brussels sprouts, quinoa, parsley, turmeric, cumin, sea salt, olive oil, lots of pans and heat. I was in top form, my movements blending with the lively rhythms of a hot Flamenco CD.

Then all of a sudden, all hell broke loose. Things happened too quickly, and so, so accidentally... I, momentarily, placed a warm pan too close to a tiny clear plastic bag containing, crushed habanero flakes. The bag stuck to the pan. The pan made a hole in the bag. And I, well, was having way too much fun to notice.

I lifted the pan, and the heaviest habanero flakes began raining over the stove where they began burning and spreading their noxious fumes. The smallest particles however, chose to take a look around the house, and also, of course, into my nostrils, throat and lungs.

Needless to say, there was lots of coughing, a good half hour of it, too much sneezing, a runny nose that refused to stop running, a violated throat, and if you had knocked at the door, even an hour later, you too would have fallen victim to this unwarranted and mostly vicious habanero attack -kind of like how Sim did.

All windows were opened -a great idea, but I have to admit, it wasn't mine- and we vacated the premises. I was embarrassed, and rather angry at myself, for having ruined the evening -so much for countenance. Clearly, I had forgotten about the power of Om. But thankfully, Sim grabbed the wheel and calmly saved the day -or should I say the evening?

Long story short, a muffin and a cappuccino later, my bruised ego was feeling much better, and the Universe once again was as perfectly imperfect as it ought to be.

Be well, if even you can't spot the sun.

A couple ot thoughts...

have been keeping me company lately, and I figured I could share what has been simmering in my head -if only to shed some light inside my overactive cranium. Fortunately, I happen to be on familiar grounds.

Every now and then, I begin questioning my reasons for doing whatever it is I happen to be doing, the strategies supporting my choices regarding this doing -if there are any, and the validity of whatever goals I am supposedly pursuing. Which brings us to the subject of writing...

Writing and I seem to have been keeping quite a complicated arrangement. It's as if ours is a one-way affair, with me doing all of the work to keep the relationship alive -at least that is how if feels.

What I am trying to say is that there have been instances when I asked myself, "is this really worth it?" Which isn't a good question if one tends to be on the realistic side of positions.

Anyway, writing is most of the time, difficult, picky, unruly, uncooperative... Yet, I am unable to let go, no matter how much, I think: "Enough is enough. This is it. I cannot go on living like this. Life is too short. What am I doing here? Shouldn't I be enjoying myself? Doing instead of sitting and thinking and editing and reviewing and correcting and revising and hating... I am getting fat. I don't have a social life. What's the point anyway?." And on, and on, and on, until I am so exhausted I simply end up collapsing.

"Why not stop then?" might you ask. Well, it isn't that simple actually, or maybe it is simple. I love writing. I cannot see myself not writing, as that would be against my very nature, which by the way and if you haven't noticed already, is highly skeptical of everything, even itself. So, I will go on struggling, despite the frustration, the uncertainty, the fear that it might not be worth much in the end. I will believe that I can, rather than can't. Most of all, I will do this from the heart -And who cares about rationality -really?

This said, I have to inform everyone that I am about to begin working on the second novel, and maybe the fourth, which means that I will become a bit of a recluse. Please forgive me if I am less social than usual, but a story cannot be written superficially. It is all or nothing, otherwise, what comes out is just rubbish -in my case at least.

Otherwise, my yoga environment is changing, and I am a bit uncomfortable with the direction towards which things are heading. So, I'm be looking for a space to do something different than what I am involved with right now.

My aim is to teach three classes of a dynamic flow style, including Pranayama, per week to a group of five to eight dedicated practitioners. I am also looking for the possibility to offer a free, or at least low cost, class to the community in general. This free class will be dedicated to Universal Peace and will include some time for a silent meditation aimed toward Peace.

Finally, I just wanted to say that this post was extremely difficult to write. There were little people throwing Lego pieces on a vinyl floor, some employee, with too many jingly bracelets, wiping too many tables... Yet, here we are, and I couldn't be any happier or more satisfied.

Be well and, if you can, do your best and don't worry about the rest.

A worrier -every now and then

A long afternoon..

that is what this one turned out to be... Nonetheless, Obama won, the sun was out, and I hear there were rallies last night. I even saw a video recording of one online -Downtown Madison.

Now, I will let you onto a secret, Loki is out today, looking for trouble, looking for souls to trick, so be careful and keep at least one eye, and if you can manage, one ear, opened -just in case.

How do I know? Simple. He and I go a long way back, and I have to admit that I always preferred him to the others.

Be well and feel free to treat yourself to a cup of hot Cocoa.

A busy bee

A long afternoon..

From UW...

I compose these few lines, just to remain connected on this busy day, wondering how long the voting line will be by the time I reach it, not that I am unprepared -I do carry a good book.

Otherwise, the suspense will be dealt with tonight, and we'll probably know who won some time tomorrow. There will be less pieces revolving around Obama Vs. McCain on NPR, and we might just be able to look a bit more into what is happening elsewhere...

Access to information can be addictive, be very careful how much you get involved with what is going on... Take it from me, I was once a a news junkie, and believe it or not, it took a great deal of work to get my life back on track.

There was a time when I couldn't get enough, be it through the airwaves or on print. I gobbled it all, in frightening quantities, and with that, I gained strong convictions, rigid views on what should be. I became close-minded, full of facts, dates and unshakable truths...

These were dangerous times, but somehow, I caught a glimpse of myself during some blessed moment of lucidity, and it was all that was needed for the seed of change to germinate, for transformation to occur, and for peace to come. Then slowly, I awoke, from the madness I had been swept into, and back into the banks of Openness.

That was then... Nowadays, I move carefully. I know myself, my weaknesses, my ideals, and I truly hope that you do too.

Be well, and don't forget that no matter how far we roam, we are all the same, just a bit different.

Another vote that counts

New space...

New office, new window view, new friendships, new responsibilities, all came together, in less than a few days time. Life is full of unexpected crossroads -who knows where each might lead?

New space, new desk, new computer, new keys, all came together, in less than a few hours time. I take a step forward, not knowing what is to be expected, except for an overall feeling telling me that the company is mostly enjoyable.

Otherwise, here I am, a step forward, into a new adventure, a new perspective, community-oriented, University-funded, into a vortex of merging energies whose expression is centered around connecting, understanding and improving our globally interwoven world.

As for the rest, I am allowing myself to drift along what is and what will be, as much as my obsessively controlling personality can manage, no more, no less... for in the end we all tend to remain true to our truest nature, whether we like or not.

So be well, and don't let your problematic knees, or whatever other part of your body that is the most outspoken, overshadow the joyous moments of your day.

A finite breath in infinite creation.

A red robin...

Crossed my path this morning, somewhere on Gorham, just off Wisconsin. It drew a curve over my head before landing on a tree branch. I was, as I am still, wearing my Sun Diego T-shirt, with nothing over it. Forget about coats, forget about jackets; it is, after all, a sunny red robin kind of day.

Although life, in the end, when all arguments are exhausted, is a matter of perspective -as much as the concept of Beauty is. Regardless of what is in front of us, we all notice what we focus on. In the alchemy of creation, we are each a unique amalgamation of shifting emotions and thoughts. We are malleable clay between form and formlessness.

For a few days now, I've been strongly aware of my knee. I feel its temperamental personality with each step, no, with each bodily shift I make. It has become as large as life. I've glimpsed the promise of peace beyond its greedily outstretched dominion, but the promise seems as difficult to reach as the most elusive of horizons.

Some might say that knee pain is a sign that I am pushing too hard, upstream, for what I want, and maybe there is some truth to that. I've always been extremely ambitious, unwilling to compromise, inflexible in my pursuits, refusing to learn the lessons of this lifetime.

Yes, undoubtedly, there is room for growth, for embracing selflessness -to a degree, for willingly being of service to others... until then, I'll continue to fight, to resist, to believe that I can, to remain as stubborn as I've always been...

Saturn can be pushy in general, and even more in Virgo. Saturn can be a pain especially in his house, especially in Capricorn. For me that happens to be in my 6th house, home of health, care and maintenance. But watch if I care...

Foolishly, I'll stick around Venus, while she's having fun in Sagittarius, as she should on such a sunny red robin day.

Be well, and be kind and loving toward yourself -it is wiser and healthier, in the long run.

A fool on a glorious November Monday

Even better...

This is another video that shows some of my favorite asana-progressions, except when my knee is acting up. Be sure to use caution if you plan on trying this at home. And since this is a bit advanced in the Ashtanga practice, I'd say just watch and allow your mind to wander over the possibilities of what can be achieved...



Be well and if you can be mindful of your breathing...

A moving practice

My kind of yoga....

This little demo video, embedded from UTube, shows my favorite teacher, in his school located in Maysore, and in a nutshell, this is what I tend to do when no one is around...

Be well, and remember that being balanced means continuously adjusting to the Now.

A changing experience

Sunday morning...

between warm and chilly, sunny and gray. The roads belong to the few. It is an hour earlier than what it was twenty-four hours ago. NPR is all about the electoral processes, Obama, McCain, and the world is watching, some more closely than others.

Outside, cars are arriving, flocking into Whole Foods Market's parking lot, the slick Mazerati and the modestly green Subury. Doors open to be slammed shot, as passengers in all sorts of clothing styles, begin their walk toward the store. There are cyclists too, fewer than a week ago, for only the diehard cling to their bikes.

They come in throngs, with all sorts of reasons, carrying their lists, or simply their appetites. There are the regulars, who tend to make small daily purchases; the once or twice a week shoppers, who fill up their carts, have little ones hovering around their moving selves; and let us not forget, the sampling junkies, free stuff gobblers, a group I sadly belong to...

Surrounded by food, and pleasing color arrangements, they all blend in. Most make small talk with the highly eclectic and mostly friendly staff members, weekend laborers, who probably would love nothing more than being elsewhere, but then again, we're all different.

They hang around, make choices, soundly, or simply falling victims to a combination of clever merchandising and temptation -the way I do, stand in line at one of the few opened registers, patiently, or looking rather uncomfortable, too busy to be slowed down -I tend to feel that way. Some socialize, while others, keep to themselves, doing their best to avoid those who like myself cannot help being curious, inquisitive or simply friendly.

Then, we all head out, maybe we linger at the cafeteria, to eat something picked inside, or just connect to the internet taking advantage of the complementary free Wi-Fi, as I am doing right now.

Whichever the case, we leave the premises, the parking lot and go on with our respective lives. Life is a journey with many intersections and detours, and no matter how fast our world is spinning, whirling and swirling into the unknown, we somehow still can manage to meet in the most convivial of ways... and perhaps, this is something to be grateful for.

Be well, and if you feel like sharing a smile with the person standing next to you in line, go for it, I surely wouldn't mind.

A talkative shopper

Saturdays...

zoom by too quickly, even when there is so much to absorb on such a sunny day. And what have I accomplished thus far, besides driving around, trying to find a comfortable space?

I've hit Downtown, the Farmer's market -did a circle around the Capital, checked the city's building -and that impressively snaking line of early voters. I've driven past college students dressed up for the party on State Street tonight, appearing strangely out of place in broad daylight.

To enjoy the sun, I sat outside Borders -my old office, and experienced frustration vis-a-vis some bold French smoker who never takes in consideration the wind's direction prior to picking a table. Not that too many smokers would care, but I have to tell you, this ban on smoking inside, isn't working for me...

I really liked it better when they were inside, and, I was out enjoying the fresh air. How about adding a peripheral radius to the non-smoking zone? A few kilometers would be perfect, don't you think?

On another note, there is a certain beauty in youth. There is a certain beauty in good health. There is even a certain beauty in wealth. But, here in there, you can see that Venus finds her most awe-inspiring, heart-rate raising, thought-incapacitating, vessels, with complete disregard to the norms of our kind.

Then Beauty simply radiates, a light unlike any other, shining gracefully from within, undeniably clear. Meanwhile, we attempt, mimic, copy, fake, hoping to look this and that way, wishing for Venus's companionship and approval. Seeking what is already there, we manage to lose it...

Perfection is illusion. Perfection is a static image. And life, well, life is a mesmerizing dancer, born in motion, lost in rhythm, aware of nothing else but the melody, and maybe the partner -obviously optional, that keeps it going and going and going, from ecstasy to bliss, from fall to flight...

Be well, and if you don't mind falling, and the possibility of looking foolish, take a step forward, grab life's hand and be the best partner you've always dreamed you should be. And if you fall, don't take yourself too seriously, just get back on your feet, brush off the dust, smile for your partner, and give the rhythm another shot.

A note in a pleasant melody