blossoming blogs

In the last 48 hours, I hobbled through two train stations once each day because I had tickets to see FELA! on Broadway. My sprained ankle protested almost every step of the way however the discomfort in my very low extremity this morning is an affliction caused by dance unfulfilled; my body recorded, pressed paused and is in wait of the moment when it can hit play and start dancing the way it so wanted to on Friday night…wow, what a show! A couple of my girlfriends were in tow as we hurried from our uh, oh it’s past time to go dinner chatter. I’m telling you, or maybe I don’t have to, you are flirting with the possibility of not making it before the house lights go down when girls who have not been together for months need to catch up…OMGoddess we can talk! Despite our delay, we arrived with a few minutes to spare and walked into a vision of creative thought that hushed my mouth.

Set design whether grand in scale or as simplistic as a stool center stage is an integral part of the unfolding story we witness as an audience. Walking to our seats, I became keenly aware that we had suddenly become engulfed by one huge surround sound club. The walls were covered with African artifacts, pictures, screens in motion, graffiti on brightly colored hammered tin. My head and neck got into a syncopated roll with rhythms I recognized as seriously funky Afrobeat played by musicians already jammin' up on stage. The room on slow simmer pulsation, dancers gyrated, pranced back and forth at eye level and above in mesmerizing garb, make-up and hair that held my gaze, coaxed us into the space. I’m not sure if the lack of full blast air conditioning was deliberate or not but the muggy air was close, made it intimate, clung to my skin, made me recall nights of dancing until I felt I had not a drop of sweat left to pour from my glands. Someone was serving drinks...when did we get to Nigeria? Who cared because the lights dimmed, the place started cookin' and we had the most awe-mazing evening at “The Shrine” on W. 49th St. NYC!

Two plus hours later, me and the girls were back in the throng of congestion that is The City. We laughed wondering if we could move our backsides like the performers we had just seen and my mind began taking notes. So often a word, a phrase during conversation births an idea for me to work on for The Eclectic Eye. More often than not, those exchanges are with my girlfriends so I want to take a moment to say that talking with you women generates so many seeds that grow into thoughts that blossom into blogs. I honor you with my words today and hope that each time I post, they serve as fertilizer to all who read them. Cheers to each one of you for tilling the soil of my mind, soul and spirit so very often and to you chicks who went on the two hour tour to Lagos with me, I will be on the couch today reading a book, coddling my ankle and LMAO, we did have such fun ;) 

If you want to have a fabulous time, grab a couple of friends or just yourself, go see FELA! and…

keep your peepers open! ®