life is beautiful – hannah ananas

Dirty Dancing Magic

Have you ever seen the film “Crazy, Stupid, Love”, with Ryan Gosling and Steve Carell (among other familiar faces)? (If you haven’t, you can watch it on Netflix!) ***If you don’t want anything ruined from the movie, do not read this next part.*** Remember the scene where Emma Stone’s character asks Ryan Gosling’s what his line is for getting girls to sleep with him? So, he finally comes out with the fact that he does the “Dirty Dancing” lift. She doesn’t believe him, but they do the lift anyway, and, of course, she totally falls for him at the end of the lift.

So, why is this relevant?

You see, I do acro-yoga – at least, I have re-started doing acro-yoga again, after a three-ish-year break. The other night, at a sort of practice/hangout session (called a “jam”), one of the guys offered to test out a certain standing lift with me. It was not the most basic option, so we agreed to do the simpler option first. And what was that option? The “Dirty Dancing” lift.

It definitely takes effort from both parties to make it work properly, so the “Crazy, Stupid, Love” version makes it look too simple. “Dirty Dancing” is definitely closer to the kind of effort it actually would take a newbie flyer/follow to pull off the lift. I’ve done lifts in dance routines before, and even a throw/toss, so I’m practiced in the concept of lifts, but I’ve never done that particular lift in a routine. Anyway, so it took a few almosts, and then we had the lift down perfectly.

And it felt like flying… or something. I’ve never actually flown (I think), so I can’t actually compare anything to flying, but it definitely felt magical and like I was more than just physically ‘above’ everything around me – I felt like I was on a higher plane of life. And, of course, that I was utterly beautiful in this specific position, muscles flexed beautifully, like a fairy zooming overhead.

And this guy helped me to be in this position – it was because of him that I was in such a place of wonder and beauty…. I suddenly totally could get why girls would want to ravish the guy who did that lift with them. Fortunately, I knew the guy and the general activity well enough to keep him and the actual task separate from one another in my head. Otherwise, I would have been a total mess full of goo-goo eyes for him for weeks. But I fully understood what could be so attractive, so sexy, so desirable about doing that lift. I mean, how often do people normally put me into a place of magical wonder, and make me feel more beautiful than the whole world? (Perhaps your life is different from mine, but I’ll let you know: It is extremely rare for me.) 😛

That being said, I have two things: 1) Totally try out acro-yoga, because it’s a blast and is totally easy, even if you aren’t super fit or anything. 2) I recommend giving the “Dirty Dancing” lift a try at some point in your life, guy or girl, because it is magical and awesome (as I have already mentioned multiple times). 🙂

Post-a-day 2018

In my head…

A blank page awaits me, and yet I have nothing to say… Rather, I have so much to say, that I cannot seem to make any of it organize itself out into something sensical. I know that I have much to say, but all that is coming to mind is a sort of doo-too-doo hoo-hoom, boom ba-doom…di-doh-doo… doo-too-doo hoo-hoom, boom ba-doom… some unidentifiable song that my mind seems to be humming passively. It almost feels like an obsessive relaxation technique at play, as though my subconscience were taking steps to keep me as near to sanity as possible, when it sees me edging toward a sort of breakdown. Right now, if I focus on this nothing, this song, I am okay. I am breathing. If I were to focus on one of the many somethings that are rolling around in my head, I might just freak out and go a little nuts (in a different way than my typical demeanor displays my general oddness and weirdities).

So, instead of going insane, I hum-drum in my head, unable to find words or any clear thoughts. I am breathing shallowly somewhat, but I am breathing. And that, in itself, is something worth appreciating.

My life is a blessing, no matter how much I may be terrified of what it may hold next. 🙂

Post-a-day 2017

Declare your wish with gratitude

I think it is incredibly valuable to declare what we want to have be part of our own lives. In doing so, I feel that we truly do allow space and guidance for those things to manifest themselves. I wrote on Facebook that I wanted a baritone to serenade me, and a distant friend sent me a sort of birthday present singing video. He’s a baritone. I declared over and over again one day that I really wanted a certain card, and found one forever left behind in the bathroom the afternoon I was leaving.

Of course, these aren’t very good examples so far as I see it all. However, they are decent ones, and they are all that currently comes to mind as specific recent events. Declare it to the world, and it will come to you, in some way or another. So, when you do declare it, be prepared. 🙂
Post-a-day 2017