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The Art of Dance

The Art of Dance

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When we think of Dance we think of body movement accompanied by rhythm and music.  This form of expression whether spiritual in nature, done in social settings, performances in theaters  or more recently, in many gyms to enhance exercise,   is shared by all cultures. One may even argue that it is inherent in the human genetic code as far back as a prehistoric mating display.

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Styles of dancing vary, often by geographic region and individual culture.  African dance, for example, can be interpretative or shamanic.    Many contemporary dance forms can be traced back to historical templates: traditional, ceremonial, competitive or ethnic in origin. The movements may vary. They may be abstract and interpretive or have a gestural vocabulary or symbolic meaning as in some Asian dances. Ballroom, ballet, tango and classical dance have usually been the choice of industrial societies. Traditional Folk, tap dance or Square dances are the favorites of country dwellers, while the electric slide, step and break dance have usually been found on metropolitan streets.

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A Remedy for the January Blues

A Remedy for the January Blues

Canadians are referred to as Snowbirds as, each year, like migrating birds they flock south to warm destinations seeking brief solace from the frigid temperatures, snow, and wind of the winter months.

There are other means to remedy the affliction of January blues.  Below is a collection of art that will allow you to vicariously indulge in a virtual getaway.

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Here’s an old Irish saying that seems apropos: “May the Sun shine upon your way.”

BoSt Galleries- Impressions Path 2

BoSt Galleries- Impressions Path 2

 

Zen Story:   The Sound of One Hand

“The master of Kennin temple was Mokurai, Silent Thunder. He had a little protege named Toyo who was only twelve years old. Toyo saw the older disciples visit the master’s room each morning and evening to receive instruction in sanzen or personal guidance in which they were given koans to stop their mind from wandering.

Toyo wished to do sanzen also.

“Wait a while,” said Mokurai. “You are too young.”

But the child insisted, so the teacher finally consented.

In the evening little Toyo went at the proper time to the threshold of Mokurai’s sanzen room. He struck the gong to announce his presence, bowed three times outside the door, and went to sit before the master in respectful silence.

“You can hear the sound of two hands when they clap together,” said Mokurai. “Now show me the sound of one hand.”

 

Toyo bowed and went to his room to consider this problem. From his window he could hear the music of the geishas. “Ah, I have it!” he proclaimed.

The next evening, when his teacher asked him to illustrate the sound of one hand, Toyo began to play the music of the geishas.

“No, no,” said Mokurai. “That will never do. That is not the sound of one hand. You’ve not got it at all.”

 

Thinking that such music might interrupt his meditation, Toyo moved his bedding to a quiet place. He meditated again. “What can the sound of one hand be?” He happened to hear some water dripping. “I have it,” imagined Toyo.

When he next appeared before his teacher, Toyo imitated dripping water.

“What is that?” asked Mokurai. “That is the sound of dripping water, but not the sound of one hand. Try again.”

 

In vain Toyo meditated to hear the sound of one hand. He heard the sighing of the wind. But the sound was rejected.

 

He heard the cry of an owl. This also was refused.

 

The sound of one hand was not the locusts.

 

For more than ten times Toyo visited Mokurai with different sounds. All were wrong. For almost a year he pondered what the sound of one hand might be.

At last little Toyo entered true meditation and transcended all sounds. “I could collect no more,” he explained later, “so I reached the soundless sound.”

Toyo had realized the sound of one hand.”

The End

BoSt Art Galleries- Impressions Path 1

BoSt Galleries- Impressions Path 1

Zen Story: Nothing Exists 

“Yamaoka Tesshu, as a young student of Zen, visited one master after another. Finally he called upon Dokuon of Shokoku.

Desiring to show his attainment, he said: ‘The mind, Buddha, and sentient beings, after all, do not exist. The true nature of phenomena is emptiness. There is no realization, no delusion, no sage, and no mediocrity. There is no giving and nothing to be received.’

Dokuon, who was smoking quietly, said nothing. Suddenly he whacked Yamaoka with his bamboo pipe. This made the youth quite angry.

“If nothing exists,” inquired Dokuon, ‘where did this anger come from?’”

The End

Rural Vistas

Rural Vistas

Most North Americans live in antiseptic climate controlled environments inset into vibrant concrete jungles that meet all our needs: education, livelihood, and entertainment. To gratify our insatiable need for the nature we miss, we crowd into cars that take us to the carefully designed and strategically placed recreational facilities where we may purchase simulations of aquatic or land-based nature. Or we seek a measure of solitude by walking, running, rollerblading, biking or hiking within the secure environment of the manicured urban parks. We follow along on deliberately pristine, snaking trails, feasting our eyes on the variety of fauna dotting the path, the bushes trees and flowers on the periphery as well as ponds or trickling streams that intersect our sojourn. When we tire we take respite under a gigantic tree and chew on a nature bar before heading back to the car and home, back to our concrete, steel and wood layered habitats furnished with electronic gadgets that allow us to forget time, entertained by flat representations of nature and a one dimensional imitation of interaction with other human beings.

Then, occasionally, we brave the countryside; taking refuge at the cottage or some other wilderness retreat. Half the fun is getting there for along the way our eyes are treated to marvellous open spaces as far as the eye could see, odd farm buildings, silos, tractors and combines, colourful fields with hay-rolls and a variety of live animals; cows, ponies, sheep and horses. At times we crinkle our nose when the smell of fertilizer wafts through the air. We quickly close the window and turn the air-conditioning on until we feel adventurous enough to try breathing this strange country air again.  That is, if we don’t fall prey to the video games or movies on those ever so convenient tablets, iPhones or handheld gaming consoles.  Hah, those pervasive electronic gadgets still follow us here to countryside; for some of us would be lost otherwise. It takes a conscious effort to put all that aside and enrich our experience by observing firsthand the natural wonders that surround us.

Some Artistic Impressions of the Countryside may be instrumental in demonstrating this vast open space we are missing in our urban lives:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Wishing you good times for the rest of the summer.

 

 

BoSt Galleries Impressionist Water Lily Series

BoSt Galleries Impressionist Water Lily Series

 “Reversion is the action of Tao.

Gentleness is the function of Tao.

The things of this world come from Being,

And Being (comes) from Non-being.”

Tao