Sunday, April 29, 2012

Corporal expression and creativity

 During the five weeks I spent in Argentina I had the opportunity to attend a few classes of corporal expression. Corporal expression is an art in which the body is the medium to express emotions and the interaction between the inner self and the environment. It can be done with or without music.
 At the beginning I was stifled by inhibitions but, after a while, I was able to connect with the language that my body needed to express.
 This art affords us the opportunity to explore our emotions and materialize them through creative body movements. It is an artistic way of communicating with the world, just like music, dance, painting, literature.
   In addition to all the benefits that any form of exercise can provide, we enjoy the precious creative aspect of it. The impact on my  mood was very positive. All that fresh supply of blood to my brain was a precious gift to my writing habit.
When I came back to Wisconsin I decided to google "corporal expression" but most of what I found were websites about corporal expression in preschoolers and it left me wondering if adults are so much inhibited that we end up losing touch with this kind of art that allows us to connect our minds and bodies in meaningful ways.
   In Buenos Aires there is a a university career where you can get a degree in corporal expression. It takes five to six years to complete it.
   I wish I could find a place to do it once a week. It's something that both my mind and my body will be grateful for. If you are willing to learn more about corporal expression read this.

Tuesday, April 24, 2012

I'm back


 Hello bloggers. I have not blogged for a while. I decided to take some time off the bogosphere and the main reason was that I was very busy looking after my 96- year-old grandmother. She lives very far away, with my parents, so I spent five weeks away from home to stay with her.
 My grandmother has dementia and her mind wanders; it travels to the past and doesn't understand the present very well. As her memory fluctuates so much, she forgets where she is and, as I said, she is not oriented to time.
  My grandmother has always been like a mother to me  during my childhood and this closeness leaves an imprint that has to do with who I am today. No matter how different I am from her, I cannot deny that she influenced me and that our lives will be bound forever in ways that cannot be put into words. Love is like that. It is something that goes beyond words and reason.
   So here I am, rambling about those five weeks during which I looked after her. Her presence brought to the shore of my own life the reminder that my mind will one day become fragile as well, that our stay here is only temporary, that time is precious. These words may sound trivial. Saying them is not even close to experiencing them because the latter carries us to another realm. It is the realm of awareness, of awakening to the fact that we should not worry too much about problems that we cannot fix. Why? Because all we have is the present. I learned this hard lesson after a devastating experience I had in 2007. (It became a turning point that urged me to take writing seriously; I should blog about it one day).
   All in all, my grandmother reminded me once again that life is temporary. Our minds also are. We exist through our minds and bodies, and yet our minds are not going to respond forever, no matter how hard we try, no matter how well our bodies keep functioning.
    Go ahead and enjoy every minute of your existence.  As Albert Einstein said: "I am content in my later years. I have kept my good humor and take neither myself nor the next person seriously."
    Even though I haven't been blogging, my mind has been very active lately, developing new ideas for writing projects. Spring is the perfect time of year for new beginnings, don't you think?