Jennifer Lynch's Blog - Posts Tagged "st-helier"
I am dancing!
Hello Friends
I'm now back from a fabulous weekend dancing at the Jersey Salsa Slam or the Grand Slam, something like that which was held at The Mayfair Hotel, St. Helier, Jersey.
The name of the event reminds me of a door slamming, but lets hope its only the old doors which have shut and new doors are held open for the new to enter. Saying this, what is the new? Well new, can be anything really, a new way of living, or communicating or perhaps even dressing. In general, I think people find it hard to embrace the new because its much easier to live with the old.
My concerns about this weekender in general were, could I cope with people around me all the time? Lessons in the day, then a full packed evening where the dancing started shortly after dinner and went on into the early hours of the morning? The answer to this I soon discovered was yes because if I could find space on my own in the day, I could keep my head clear. Fortunately there was a lovely warm swimming pool, steam room and a very warm jaquzzi which was maintained at 30 degrees, in which to indulge myself during the day. It gave my dancing muscles a chance to relax and my neck to rest back and contemplate how lucky I was! Where are us writers without our contemplation ... sometimes we think we can go, go, go but when it comes to it we soon find that we need to just breathe, let go and connect with our muse, even if this is amusing, to some who don't share our mindset.
I love dressing up and the weekend gave me a chance to shimmer and glitter but that's what life is about isn't it, see my previous blogs!
I loved to walk as well and before I knew it I was walking along a long road tunnel which took me to the local harbour where the tide was out and I was just looking at boats stuck in mud. I wish I'd walked further to see the beautiful beaches but that has to be another trip because I had to conserve the pads on my feet for more twisting, swinging and flinging on the dance floor late into the night.
I noticed some very silent people playing boule on what looked like sand. They were very engrossed and appeared to be taking it very seriously. I thought about the speed at which people go and I wondered once again if we stop to reflect, would we see more, or was the rhythm of the night on some occasions, just too irresistible?
I'm now back from a fabulous weekend dancing at the Jersey Salsa Slam or the Grand Slam, something like that which was held at The Mayfair Hotel, St. Helier, Jersey.
The name of the event reminds me of a door slamming, but lets hope its only the old doors which have shut and new doors are held open for the new to enter. Saying this, what is the new? Well new, can be anything really, a new way of living, or communicating or perhaps even dressing. In general, I think people find it hard to embrace the new because its much easier to live with the old.
My concerns about this weekender in general were, could I cope with people around me all the time? Lessons in the day, then a full packed evening where the dancing started shortly after dinner and went on into the early hours of the morning? The answer to this I soon discovered was yes because if I could find space on my own in the day, I could keep my head clear. Fortunately there was a lovely warm swimming pool, steam room and a very warm jaquzzi which was maintained at 30 degrees, in which to indulge myself during the day. It gave my dancing muscles a chance to relax and my neck to rest back and contemplate how lucky I was! Where are us writers without our contemplation ... sometimes we think we can go, go, go but when it comes to it we soon find that we need to just breathe, let go and connect with our muse, even if this is amusing, to some who don't share our mindset.
I love dressing up and the weekend gave me a chance to shimmer and glitter but that's what life is about isn't it, see my previous blogs!
I loved to walk as well and before I knew it I was walking along a long road tunnel which took me to the local harbour where the tide was out and I was just looking at boats stuck in mud. I wish I'd walked further to see the beautiful beaches but that has to be another trip because I had to conserve the pads on my feet for more twisting, swinging and flinging on the dance floor late into the night.
I noticed some very silent people playing boule on what looked like sand. They were very engrossed and appeared to be taking it very seriously. I thought about the speed at which people go and I wondered once again if we stop to reflect, would we see more, or was the rhythm of the night on some occasions, just too irresistible?
