“One must have chaos in oneself in order to give birth to a dancing star.”
It all started the other day when I read this quote by Friedrich Nietzsche and posted it here. I got to the quote because my head was bubbling and, I suppose, you could say chaotic. That shortest of short posts settled me as blogging so often does.
But, when you started to comment, dear friends, I found myself moving from thoughts of chaos to dancing stars and all they might entail.
Yes, dancing stars like Michael Flatley spring to mind and all the other greats that I should know about but don’t (yet).
Dancing stars have evoked thoughts of many, many things over the last few days.
- Twinkling eyes
- Floating snowflakes
- The glistening teeth of Seve Ballesteros when I
sawlusted after him at The Irish Open in Mount Juliet some years back
- Lying on my parent’s bed as a kid ‘helping’ my Mother to get ready to go out for an evening and running my fingers along her string of pearls
- Watching Richard Clayderman’s hands caressing the keys of a grand piano at the RDS in Dublin
- Star-gazing in the depths of February in 2009 when son Harry and I spent a week in a remote little cottage on the Burren in Co. Clare
- Playing mixed doubles at the St. Anne’s Open Tennis Week in Waterford and having an unexpected meeting with bright, bright stars when I failed to get out of the way of my partner’s brilliant first serve!
- This great quote from Oscar Wilde:
We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars
Where do ‘dancing stars’ bring YOU?