Just spoke with my friend, the Tango Gypsy, on the cell phone. He's on his way south of here to dive into the thick red velvet of another round of tango duende. An Aikido man, he says instead of dancing with a sword, you dance WITH the sword. They melt into each other's souls while keeping strict center.
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George,
ReplyDeleteThis was a great read for me tonight. Suddenly I find myself sitting up straight and becoming aware of my ki... of our ki... of the ki... I have no sword, so I am asking that which is around me to dance. It is looking back at me with a perplexing grin, wondering "can this guy really dance?" Ingrown toenail and all, I extend my hand...