the planet

Zack and I just watched Planet B-boy when we were supposed to be making food for Thanksgiving (made T-day morning a bit more hectic but it was worth it). I am always shocked at how close dancing is to my strongest emotions. The trailer itself choked me up-- just the sheer beauty of dance when it's really really felt. And then the film itself adds familial drama and some very real-feeling glimpses into the different ways that Asian kids struggle with their respect for elders and their desire to pursue things (in this case-- acrobatically amazing b-boy dancing) that might not have much cultural clout. But seriously-- it's the dancing. The dancing that makes me sob. I had a conversation with my brother once about the person that is just under the surface of our actual lives and abilities-- the person we feel we were meant to be. His beating heart is connected to a certain woodsy adventurer. Mine is a dancer. And not, somehow, in the forms that are necessarily part of the usual route-- I don't want to choose tap or jazz or ballet. It's more an almost spiritual recognition of something that happens when I see someone's body (or feel my own) saying something and responding to music that is way beyond words. And, like most things, that only happens rarely, but I love it love it when it does.