Dancing Queen(s)

I took a break today and joined a friend at the movie 'Mamma Mia'. I was ready to hear the goofy ABBA soundtrack and lose myself in utter frivolity. As the movie began, I was immediately entranced with the gorgeous Greek scenery and the blythe spirit of the lead actress who is preparing for her wedding to be held the next day. (It put me in mind of myself when I lived down in the Caribbean, though, thankfully, I didn't have to sing and I was a long way from getting married, lol.)

The story began to unfold and we eventually meet Meryl Streep in the form of free-spirited Donna. Well, actually, when we meet Donna she's at the point in her life when she's discovered that nothing is free, not even your spirit. She loves her daughter and the ecclectic life they've created for themselves at the top of the mountain in Hotel Donna. But, she also sees the cracks, broken (or breaking) parts and knows that she's gotta hold it all together with limited resources. Her friends arrive for the big event and, in an effort to lighten her mood, humorously remind her of their shared identities from the past: Donna and the Dynamos. At first she resists, but then that infectious ABBA song "Dancing Queen" draws her out from under the covers and into a joyous romp through the countryside with her friends close behind and, eventually, all the local women who follow them down to the dock. Her spirit is released from the fears of work done, undone and yet to be done. As she dances down the mountain, women feel her joyous energy and it draws out their own inner Dancing Queen who rarely gets to come out and revel all that is the best of the world.

As I watched this scene, I felt my eyes welling up and I brushed away a few tears. I remembered my own days of dancing with joyful abandon, sometimes in the great outdoors, more often at home in front of the mirror sneaking peeks at myself but mostly keeping my eyes closed and feeling the music. I really related to the Donna character in the movie and I know many women who are in a similar place. Caregivers for the world to the detriment of themselves. There's no anger or resentment for that role, however, like me (and Donna) they get misty-eyed and wistful when the music starts and remember what it felt like to just follow it without worry. This is becoming a more common theme in the lives of women I know. We're at that point of the road where the caregiving responsibilities are building up, but the expectations of worldly production are still expanding. There is no neutral zone, very few moments to follow music or let that blythe spirit loose.

Let me give you a recent example of this. Last week my father came up from Rockport for refuge from Hurricane Ike. He's a great guy, well-read, traveled and interested in the world. He's also 77 and has lived alone for a very long time. As such, he needs a fair amount of attention, especially in an unfamiliar environment. I found myself immensely frustrated with the added responsibility and equally disappointed in myself for that feeling. After a couple of days we all got into a balanced rhythm, but it required me to let go of my wish that Dad was more self-sufficient and him being more proactive in having an enjoyable visit. As Dad was leaving on Monday, Keith and I were on the phone trying to locate an attendant who was late (he finally showed up an hour late). I think it was good for Dad to spend time on the front line observing all that I'm juggling, however, it made me realize that he's aging in ways beyond the physical and that concerns me greatly. My sisters and I have encouraged him to move closer but he's well-rooted in Rockport, which is about 4 hours away by car and inaccessible by airplane. Naturally, my primary focus is Keith and all we have in play, but Dad is always an underlying thought.

Those responsibilities could either pull me under or drive me upward towards a stronger, more focused (her)self. I have experienced the former, and conciously chosen the latter. Since making this choice, every action I take is about strengthening mind, body and spirit in readiness for whatever transpires. It is in conscious communication, daily body work at the gym, it is reinvigorating abundance energy with books like Money and the Law of Attraction and personal activism on all levels. It is all these things and one heretofore quiet Dancing Queen who's ready to dance again and activate (her)self.