Thursday, 30 December 2010

silent dance

We rarely hear the inward music,

but we’re all dancing to it nevertheless.




  1. chère magnifique tellement gentille Roxana, ah I had just written to you and said that you have put so much magic into my soul here at the bridge and that I would return to the bridge to welcome the new year with you and that I remembered you at christmas mass.

    Yes the cosmic composition of the silent dance,the calligraphy written across the skies to the angel's strings that welcome the new year.It is a truly magical birth again as we turn the leaves of our lives.

    Thankyou for this masterpeice that calls out to us from the darkness of depth into this enchanted light.

    I am looking for a lost memory, yes this peice reminds me of the celebration as a child of the fest of the three kings and I was mesmerized by the christmas tree lights in the darkness and the word magi coming from the word magician.

    see you soon for a new year greeting.

    love and light

  2. Roxana,
    On seeing this, on reading the words, in their infinite beauty and simplicity, a song came to mind.

    So I looked for the song, and found this right away :

    And at the end, I was amazed, there is an image of a floating bridge going up into the clouds. What can I say ? Chance ? Serendipity ?

    The words, if this can help, are :

    For A Dancer ... by Jackson Browne

    "Keep a fire burning in your eye
    Pay attention to the open sky
    You never know what will be coming down

    I don't remember losing track of you
    You were always dancing in and out of view
    I must've thought you'd always be around
    Always keeping things real by playing the clown
    Now you're nowhere to be found

    I don't know what happens when people die
    Can't seem to grasp it as hard as I try
    It's like a song I can hear playing right in my ear
    That I can't sing
    I can't help listening

    I can't help feeling stupid standing 'round
    Crying as they ease you down
    'Cause I know that you'd rather we were dancing
    Dancing our sorrow away
    (Right on dancing)
    No matter what fate chooses to play
    (There's nothing you can do about it anyway)

    Just do the steps that you've been shown
    By everyone you've ever known
    Until the dance becomes your very own
    No matter how close to yours another's steps have grown
    In the end there is one dance you'll do alone

    Keep a fire for the human race
    Let your prayers go drifting into space
    You never know what will be coming down

    Perhaps a better world is drawing near
    Just as easily, it could all disappear
    Along with whatever meaning you might have found
    Don't let the uncertainty turn you around
    (The world keeps turning around and around)
    Go on and make a joyful sound

    Into a dancer you have grown
    From a seed somebody else has thrown
    Go on ahead and throw some seeds of your own
    And somewhere between the time you arrive and the time you go
    May lie a reason you were alive but you'll never know"


    Keep right on dancing Roxana...

  3. I am often dancing inside of myself and no one knows. Other times the dance just jumps out of me and I have to follow.

  4. A dancer once told me: "I do not dance. I AM DANCED."

  5. Es is ein stiller Regentag,
    So weich, so ernst, und doch so klar,
    Wo durch den Dämmer brechen mag
    Die Sonne weiss und sonderbar.

    (Gottfried Keller)

    ... dass die Sonne die Wolken für Dich durchbricht!


  6. okay, maybe I'm just feeling down nowadays but i found this depressing and haunting (and no, that's not good! :-) ). Jesus, roxana!

  7. Quand je dance, je dance; quand je dors, je dors; voire, et quand je me promeine solitairement en un beau vergier, si mes pensees se sont entretenues des occurrences estrangieres quelque partie du temps, quelque autre partie, je les rameine à la promenade, au vergier, à la douceur de cette solitude, et à moy

    ; )

  8. Ok Roxana, it is New Year's Eve on the floating bridge!! although eh-the floating bridge is timeless although what is time only of tool of meausurement



    Your journal for me is the champagne of fine arts and the exalted word.

    Thankyou for all the masterpeices of your posts, thanks for your magical visits to my blog, thankyou for being a sweetheart and may 2011 be all that you wish it would be and so much more...


  9. 'New Year's Eve', c'est tout à fait ce que je ressens : magique, crépusculaire, incertaine...
    Je t'embrasse Roxana magicienne et t'adresse mes meilleurs vœux.

  10. Roxana...
    Qu'il est doux de partager avec toi cette danse silencieuse...
    une danse de l'ombre vers la lumière..
    un doux présage pour cette année qui arrive ..:o)
    Ta photo et les mots qui l'accompagnent me font penser a cette époque ou la musique était interdite en ou la danse silencieuse ,le Kolo, était rythmée par le seul claquement des pieds..En écoutant la musique intérieure et en dansant cette danse silencieuse ,les serbes ont réussi pendant longtemps a ne pas oublier la musique traditionnelle de leur pays...
    Merci pour tous ces moments que nous avons partagés cette année Roxana..des moments toujours vrais ,chaleureux,presque irréels..:o)
    Je te souhaite une Année pleine de rêves et de lumières..une Année intense et riche en émotions..
    Je suis heureuse aussi que nos routes se soient croisées,et je garde dans mon coeur l'espoir que nos chemins se croiseront un jour dans la vraie t'embrasse encore et encore..:o)

  11. Frumoasa lui Rumi poezie şi fotografie care îl însoţeşte.
    Au început bun în acest an, de la Barcelona ...

  12. That is so true. I think it is our most sacred journey to locate that inner music and dance our own dance rather than be like thought puppets on a string. You are an inspiration.

    I look forward to following you into next year wherever the journey leads. Best wishes for a Happy New Year!

  13. le voici le jour exactement

    merci pour les chef d'oeuvres
    33333333333333333333333333333parceque c'est un numéro sacré!!!!

  14. Happy New Year, Roxana! Wishing you all the best in the year to come. Thank you for sharing your beauty.

  15. The music, the dance, heard, seen by your special is so beautiful and inspiring¡!¡
    Cuando puedes oír tu música interior, puedes oír TODAS las músicas¡!¡
    Y está claro que la oyes e interpretas con maestría.

    Muchísimas felicidades y feliz año, querida Roxana.

    Un beso para cada nota de tu sinfonía***

  16. such a comfort, this inner music of all things, to know it's there whether we hear it or not... the world sings.

    la multi ani, draga mea!! to many more dancing moments :)

  17. Happy New Year, my dear friends!

    Madeleine, if my little unsteady Bridge managed that, to put magic into your soul, then i am more that happy, what more could i wish than to make people open up to beauty and magic vision, even for just one second?
    yes, when i saw this picture myself, i felt like jumping high, as a child, it seemed a window unto a fairy world :-)

    thank you so much for all your enthusiastic wishes and for being so close, always...

    Owen, thank you so much for this wonderful gift, such a touching song - and yes, this particular line:
    "In the end there is one dance you'll do alone" strikes a very deep chord in me...

    Lynne, that's always best, no, following that dance jumping out, unable to do anything else... isn't artistic creation such a dance, as well?

  18. thank you Lydia, for all your visits and the thoughtful comments you left on the past posts as well, i treasure every word! and now the gift of this wonderful dance, such a good way to start the new year...

    mythopolis, and how true this is! again, i think every artist and poet would say the same...

    liebste Renée, wie hast Du immer das passende Gedicht vorhanden, egal was ich hier zeige? :-) wunderschoen! herzlichsten Dank und ein Laecheln von mir, durch Regen und Schnee brechend :-)

    anonymous, as you see, everybody else (including myself) found this picture blissful and joyful, so it seems indeed that you are down these days, but who could blame you, i don't know why the passing of another year of our life should give us reasons to celebrate :-)
    (and i _do_ love 'haunting' as a description of my pictures)

  19. swiss, ah, that montaigne! how is the reading going? wonderfully, as i see :-)

    K'line, une fee embrasse une magicienne :-)
    moi aussi je le fais donc, en souriant car si souvent nous ressentons la meme chose, quel mystere :-)
    (ou peut-etre pas)

    douce Clo, moi aussi je reve du moment ou l'on va pouvoir s'embrasser dans la vie reelle! c'est pas un reve si incense, tu sais, moi j'ai ete souvent en France ces dernieres deux annees...
    merci pour l'histoire touchante de la danse serbe, je ne la connaissais pas et maintenant je veux apprendre davantage la-dessus.
    moi aussi je te remercie de tout coeur, de chaque visite ici et chaque mot plein de grace dont tu m'as fais l'honneur - bises, chere amie!

  20. Beatriz, multumesc!!!
    gracias por tu visita, que vuelvas pronto! :-)

    Stickup Artist, your magical journey through the desert has been an inspiration to me as well, a quiet place of contemplation and joy... indeed, a place where i can hear that silent music... thank you, from all my heart!

    Trée, thank you so much, dear friend - all the best for you too, and for your dear ones...

    dear Ofelia, how right you are, every music, indeed... thank you so much for your warmth and sensitivity, i am still dreaming of your frozen blue worlds, you know? :-)
    a hug!

    Manu, yes, the world sings, sometimes i feel this is the only thing one needs to know...
    te iau in brate, da da, cu atata dor! :-)

  21. well, yes, if you excuse me for saying so, you *do* keep some weird company!

    You like 'haunting'. See, there, do you see what I mean!! Jeepers, am I the only sane one here?

  22. so full of grace & truth - this photo, these words

  23. to anonymous -powerful art will always evoke a range of feelings.It is a compliment to say that a work is haunting.Life would be very boring without all these nuances of feeling....

  24. i hear Rimsky-Korsakov all the time, another persnickety personality disorder (is she keeping track?) But now, looking at her dark photograph (her dark soul), i hear Gustav Mahler.