When I get back home; I will feel angry. I'm preparing myself now to be patient with that. I know that it will be born from frusteration at not being able to describe this experience fully. I'm sure all those memories will work themselves into my various corners until they get swallowed into my sense of self. I just won't be able to share all of the information with the people who I love in Canada; but something about me may seem new or different. In seeing that, I hope that people will get a glimpse of what the experience was. Perhaps they will understand.
For me, anger is fear. I'm predicting that the fear will be that I'll never be able to communicate something that I've learned here that is just so vital and touching. However, I am reminding myself that this is why I became a dancer. It was so that I could communicate and share those delicate truths that words threaten to squish and destroy.
Ha...this is REALLY how I want to write, pardon me if it's dramatic.
Most of my students have been quite concerned about Japan lately, understandably. The earth, humans, the earth, humans- that relationship is always bouncing around in my mind and within the greater social consciousness. I think about the amount of education and awareness raising it's taken to get Vancouver to be so recyling aware etc. I also think about the amount of people in India. When India turns it's head, the world tilts. Ha. How long would it take to get recycling programs REALLY running here?
Apparently, there ARE recycling programs in India. It just takes a long time for such things to get implemented because very little is initiated on a governmental level. I know so little about this, I really can't make conclusions. Accept, I know the gov is corrupt and so the people don't get what they need.
Today, I saw a dog wading through a river. He was black to his neck from wet dust, compounded feces and ground up garbage which turn the rivers into sludge. A small child was teatering along the bank near the dog. He was enjoying his freedom to explore the littered bank in bare feet and a t-shirt. Cars blared by on the highway a meter away from the child.
Later today, I thought about a recently formed law in Canada which enforces that children ride in car seats until the age of seven. I laughed out loud at the extremes. So, how do we begin to create a balance? What steps do we take to move towards meeting in the middle?
I do have ideas about this. See me for further details. I love chatting about this stuff.
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