Weight for Deb (guest post).

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Im thrilled to have Deb as a guest poster up in herre.  She’s one of the first bloggers I corresponded with & a woman whom I share a lot of traits in common.

I was fortunate enough to meet her in person at BlogHer & she’s just as badass inspirational in person as on her blog.  The post below was by my request in response to an email exchange we had.

SOUL-FED SATURDAY NIGHT.

Saturday night I guilted Maria Niles into joining me at the video premiere party for a young Berkeley artist: PZ.

Through the wonder that is the social network world, PZ and I became MS, FB, and Twitter friends. I play his tracks when I’m at the gym, and dance my way through my rest periods to his beats. (side note: I am the cutest and
goofiest bench dancer there. But others far surpass me on the shake-the-elliptical-booty).

At one point I had told him: do another show, and I’ll be there. Damn if he didn’t go and book another show-and I chose to stay true to my word.

A promise to “go out dancing once a month” to another friend had rather sealed the deal for me.  Two promises complete with one action.

So Saturday night as the clock approached midnight – and some vague part of my body reminded me that it was bedtime- we sat at a table at a less-than-posh nightclub in downtown Berkeley.

Me drinking my Guinness and people watching; Maria taking full advantage of her web-enabled phone to tweet the experience.

I had been told the show would begin at 11 – but not completely surprised when the first act didn’t hit the stage until midnight. By that time, the bump-bump of the dj’s bass and the background conversation noise were starting to numb my ears.

I had trouble understand the words from the act but wasn’t really enjoying them either. There were lines that were OK. But overall the performance seemed subpar.

Things brightened considerably when the headliner hit the lights. PZ engaged the crowd and performed from his heart. Later was definitely better than never.

I moved into the crowd, closed my eyes, and let the music move my spirit. Or -as documented by maria’s tweet:

@debroby currently waving her hands like she just don’t care or dropping it like it’s hot. Maybe both at the same time. 😉

In that confluence of sound, beer, and music, time melted away.

It didn’t matter to me where I was, what the music was, or that I was probably 30 years over the average age in the
club.

I was me being a basic me for a while. Everything else dissipated into melody and rhythm.

I was happy. My soul was fed.

What would you do to feed your soul if you held no restrictions on your life? Me? I know I’ll dance more.

Edited to say: Should you have the time I IMPLORE you to watch this video that Seth at Primal Stride did for me. It’s short, hilarious & MeatSmoothieTastic.

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  2. holyMOLY the Tiny Dictator was upatcrack and is ornery.

    My goal today is to feed my SOUL and not my CandyCornHole with sugars.

    xo xo,

    Miz.

  3. I love to dance. Unfortunately, it usually takes a few doses of confidence-inducing alcohol to get me on the dance floor. :o)

    My feeding of my soul usually involves the great outdoors. I love primitive camping in the mountains in the late fall.

  5. I’m with you on the dancing, Deb, though not the late hours. That’s why 4-7pm “tea dances” have been my nirvana this summer. There’s nothing like moving to music surrounded by a bunch of happy people. I look like an ass but I really don’t care.

  6. Feed the soul with no restrictions…. a hard question! I would move away from the craziness of southern CA, buy a compound where all my family & grandkids could come & stay & GIVE. I have a few causes I would love to be able to help money wise but just can’t. I think I would do a lot of giving back.

  7. Dancing, singing and making music – that’s what feeds my soul.
    Need to do more of all of them. As soon as I figure out how to add another couple hours to my day.

  8. Me too. Love dancing and it is so good for the soul. Thanks for this lovely story, Deb- I love how you put it that your “soul was fed”.

  10. You probably wouldn’t guess this about me, but I’d have my own art studio space. I love multimedia work, especially sculptural work. I don’t draw or paint much because I don’t get satisfaction from the PROCESS. I can’t wait to have a product… too darn impatient. But there’s something satisfying and fulfilling for me to feel something growing under my hands.

    I have a number of multimedia pieces planned out, all reflections of cultural concerns and body image concerns, and I’ve been thinking of putting them together for years now. One of my dreams of owning my own home is having a room devoted to the art and computer work I want to do, a space that’s my own fortress of creativity.

  12. If there were no restrictions and I could do whatever I wanted…I would go camping more often (didn’t get to go at all this summer) and probably just travel more in general. And I would buy a piano. I used to love to play (not saying I played well, as I’m self taught, but I enjoyed it immensely). Aside from having the cash to buy a piano, at the moment I don’t know where we’d find room for it. But someday I will have one, oh yes I will.

  13. I’m with Cranky..tea time dances. Or my fusion dance from 730-830pm. That’s about as late as I can handle and I am the OLDEST person in the class with 3 high schoolers there dancing nearby.

    The meat and tomato video was really gross. If you have to have raw food and meat protein, I’m all for him sticking his hand in the blender. haha
    yuck!

  14. Oooo, Cranky, could you and Lobster please bring back the “tea dance” trend to the SF Bay Area? That sounds great! I could definitely use more dancing…hmmm…might be time to get DJ Hubster on the case and have a family dance party on Friday night…

    One of the ways in which my husband and I feed our souls is by going to Hawaii whenever we can, which is about once every 2 years these days. If there were no restrictions, we’d go much more often. (Or heck, even move there!) This means that our day-to-day lives are a bit more frugal, but it works for us.

  15. Feeding my soul moments (within monetary reason) usually involve some whiskey and the sunset on my back porch :). However, swing dancing with my fiance last night and being silly was pretty soul-feeding too. Nice long easy runs in beautiful weather and beautiful settings work too.

    Without restrictions – I’d say more time on the ocean and lots of beautiful sunsets. Running on the deck of the cruise ship at sea was actually amazing.

  16. Dancing…bellydance and good old out on the floor monkeydancing…getting lost in the music feels great. Runnings pretty cool too.
    I also love things like stained glass…where you can focus your mind and make something with your hands…so relaxing…I’m a doer. Moving meditation I suppose you could call it…

  17. My cure-all for the blues is “Holiday,” by Madonna. As an ex-aerobics instructor from back in the day, I have always loved that song. One, it’s the PERFECT Grapevine beat. EVERYONE can dance to it. But more importantly, the words say what I feel: every day should be some kind of celebration, and if you’re not feeling it, you need to find it. I still rock out to it today and I don’t care how it looks when people see me. My kids hear the beat, stop what they’re doing and dance with me now. I have requested that it be played at my funeral–hopefully decades away!–because I don’t want anyone to be sad. And I want them to get up and dance with me–“put your troubles down”–and remember me as someone who tried to look at every day as a holiday. “It would be so nice.”

  18. Carla: Oh yeah, even got your hubby to comment on it.

    I have truly arrived as a blogger. =)

    Deb: I’m still learning to feed my soul before I truly need it. Lots of mistakes and awkward timing, but I’m getting there!

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