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Originally posted by Pretty Little Flower
I see now that my fascistic adherence to order and structure and rules only serves to quash the creativity that sometimes exists, and can only exist, outside of these rules.
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Like some after school special where 2 kids learn all there differences aren't, or like the Gift of the Magi, only inside out, I too learned some of my preset notions only limit me!
this weekend, I hurt my leg and couldn't run, so I went to my local health club for an intense "deep burn" spin class. I felt funny because of all the ignorant things I had said about spinning, but no one there knew, right? We started up, and got going, and when we hit the first hill, the instructress' tape merges into Spandau's
Chant No. 1 the extended version.
"Hill sprint people!"
I thought of how I had said horns were awful in music as the sax drove us all up the hill- "faster now- more tension!" buttocks all around me undulating under spandex as spandau drives us on.
I feel the graze against my skin
I feel the graze against my skin
I know this feeling is a lie
I know this feeling is a lie
There's a guilt within my mind
There's a guilt within my mind
There was indeed a guilt within my mind! there was nothing wrong with horns and nothing wrong with spinning! yet I had posted there were problems with both......to the extent I influence, perhaps I have limited the lives of another with my prejudices.
"Increase tension! HARDER NOW! FASTER! MORE TENSION!"
I know this feeling is a lie
There's a guilt within my mind
Driving us up towards the crest- the horns motivating- a lesson the Chinese army knew long ago and Hank just learns!
"C'mon almost there- faster even faster- 10-9- almost there--5 -4-3-2-1 Done!"
Later, sitting with the guys in the sauna with a marjoram aroma-therapy underway, I was the one who suggested we ask her to play
Saturday in the Park as a cool down next time.
