Give a little love

I had a weird thought the other day, while in my stretch and flex class at CH. During the class, you obviously do a ton of stretching, but each class focuses a little more on one thing or the other, depending on what the instructor plans for the day. This week, we worked a lot on our splits and backs. Now, I am not terribly flexible. I have *some* flexibility in doing a seated splay on the floor and folding over it, to try to get my chest to the floor. But, in most respects, I am not flexible. My back, shoulders, legs, hips…not flexy. I have strength, I have a reasonable amount of grace (or so I am told – I point my toes most of the time!), but flexibility is not my strong suit.

Anyway, we were doing a stretch on our backs, pulling one straightened leg up and as close to our chests/faces as we could, and I caught myself just staring at my foot. Really staring at it. Moving it this way and that, looking at the tendons move, etc.

And – even if this makes me sound like a lunatic – I kind of fell in love with it.

Here’s the thing: to be an artist is to learn how to express through a given instrument. I don’t care what kind of art you do – it’s a form of expression. For some folks, their instrument is a pen, or a paint brush; for others, it’s a computer; others, it’s a guitar or an oboe; for some, it’s their voice, through song or spoken words; writers of all kinds, actors, dancers…whatever type of artist you are, there is some kind of instrument that allows you to release your expression into the world.

I think that the best way to tap into that is to fall in love with whatever your instrument might be – and to connect with it, and yourself, in such a way that the expression is fluid.

For a pole dancer, falling in love with your body is a pretty important thing. And, it might be daunting. You might hate your thighs. Or your skin. Or something that nobody else notices but you. I know I have things about myself I’m less than thrilled with…

But, in that moment, I was totally in love with my foot. I went through the rest of the class amazed by all of the things our bodies could do, but most of all, what my body did. I was surprised and challenged and thrilled by all of it.

I think that will be one of my things to keep in mind, from here on forward: take the chance to be present and fall in love with my body every time I am in a class, even if it’s piece by piece. Sometimes, pole can be so challenging that it feels antagonistic, so a little love could go a long way.

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About Danielle C

Actress, writer, consumer of too much sugar, cat mom, dog auntie, pole enthusiast, amateur foodie, local explorer. Often mouthy, occasionally political.

Posted on September 14, 2012, in Uncategorized and tagged , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 4 Comments.

  1. Hello πŸ™‚

  2. This is a great post, really made me think πŸ™‚ Doing pole dancing has definitely made me appreciate my body more, but sometimes it can be really hard to focus on the good parts. I have difficulties in doing pole moves that involve leg holds using my right leg, as I tore the muscle in it about 2 years ago, & it never healed properly. I tend to get really frustrated and focus on the negative side of it :/ after reading this it made me think of how improved that leg is now and how I should focus on the positive side, on how far I have come with using that leg. I will be making an extra effort to focus on the positive πŸ™‚

    • Aw, thank you! I totally understand feeling discouraged about the limitations we can all sometimes have – I’m the same way. I get frustrated with my flexibility, as well as other things. But, it’s always good to try to remember that there ARE things that you can do that are amazing – things others aren’t able to do. πŸ™‚

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