Thursday, August 8, 2013

Mind The Gap

Get Onboard Without Getting Stuck

If you ride a subway or a passenger train in North America, you'll probably notice signs urging you to "watch your step."  Sometimes a public address announcement provides additional detail. New Jersey Transit's announcement sounds something like this.

"Please watch your step when boarding or exiting the train. There is a gap between the body of the train and the station platform."

In Britain, they make virtually the same announcement using only three words:

"Mind The Gap"

Clear, succinct, and elegant. They tell you exactly what it is that should concern you ("The Gap") and they instruct you to "Mind" it - to be aware and mindful of it, not just to "watch" it.

I'll digress for a moment, but I love this usage of the word "mind" in verb form, particularly in a positive mood. In the US, we tend to attach a negative context to this lovely word - "Mind your own business!" or "Do you mind if I smoke?"

In Britain, you'll hear the word used more generally. You might be asked to "mind your head" if the ceiling is low. Or you might hear it said of someone that he is "minding the store." End of digression...

This idea, "to mind the gap," will be useful to anyone who seeks to develop or enhance a skill set, whether in dance or any other pursuit. The gap is the distance between where you are and where you would like to be.

Most people reading this probably have the goal of becoming a better dancer. But what if you don't have good balance? Or what if you have specific technical problems, a follower who struggles with turns or boleos, for example? Or perhaps you're a leader who is not adept at improvisation or musical interpretation. Whatever that thing is that isn't as good as you would like it to be, that's your gap

Maybe people have mentioned your gap to you. More likely, you probably just suspect that it's there. Or you noticed it when you saw video of yourself dancing.

What is the proper way to handle a gap?

We need to mind it. We need to be aware of it, to acknowledge it, and to pay attention to it. We should endeavor to close the gap, even if only by some modest measure.

How do we close a gap? That is THE big question, and the answer is straightforward.

We must engage in careful, thoughtful, mindful practice, activity that targets our problem areas effectively. As I said, it's straightforward, but don't assume that it's easy to accomplish. Closing your gap most likely will be one of the most difficult challenges that you'll ever undertake.

I'm going to give you a couple of alternate names for the gap. Let's call it "the uncomfortable truth," or "that thing that you kind of realize deep in your heart but aren't quite ready to admit to yourself."

Yes, that thing. The elephant in the room. That's your gap. I'll give you an example.

I know a lady who has been dancing for many years. She dances socially every week. She goes to practicas every week. She takes classes and workshops. She has worked with regular practice partners for years.

This lady is able bodied and fit, but she struggles with balance. When I dance with her, every few seconds I feel her clutching onto me in an effort to keep herself from stumbling. It's a distracting habit, and I have found myself dancing with her less and less as a result.

Year after year, despite all of the hours that she spends on the dance floor, the balance issue never goes away. Why? Because she has failed to mind the gap.

Either she is unaware of the issue, or she refuses to believe that it's a problem. (Maybe some of her well-meaning friends tell her that her dancing is just fine and that she shouldn't worry about it.) Or she knows about the problem, but she has never put in the right kind of practice to ameliorate it.

Mind the gap!

Be aware of your weaknesses and work on them. Work hard. It will be frustrating (definitely!), and improvement won't come quickly. But you must keep working on your problem areas, or you'll never get to where you want to be.

Mindful practice is the key. If you dedicate thought, energy, and practice time to your weaknesses, you will improve. And one day, people will notice the difference. You'll hear interesting comments: "Wow! You're dancing has really improved!"

"You're damned right, it's improved! Because I busted my butt working on my weaknesses."

Social dancing isn't going to fix the gap. It might improve a little over time. But as one of the self-development gurus once said (maybe Tony Robbins, but I don't recall), if you hit a golf ball the wrong way thousands of times, you'll become very good at hitting a golf ball the wrong way.

Dancing night after night, week after week without mindful attention to your most serious problem areas will only entrench them further.

Now, why don't you just go and mind your own gap?



¡Buena suerte amigos, y muchas gracias!
Daniel


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Monday, August 5, 2013

'The Horse Farm' - Part Twenty-Two

Louise was working the Sunday crossword puzzle when Walter walked into the kitchen. "Somebody is off to an early start!" he observed.

She smiled without looking up, keeping her focus on the puzzle. "Sundays are challenging," she said with excitement in her voice.

Louise wore dark-rimmed glasses and a man's white dress shirt with long sleeves. Her bare legs were crossed and her hair fell randomly. She leaned forward to fill in a word.

"Is that my shirt?" Walter asked.

"No."

"Because it looks like my shirt," he said.

"Well, it WAS your shirt, but you left it here when you moved out, so now it's MY shirt."

"I didn't exactly move out!"

"Temporarily, you did!"

"At your request," he argued.

"It wasn't a request."

"Oh, you want to play it that way?"

"Yeah, I have a whole bunch of new stuff now," she said playfully. "Lucky me!"

"Well, I might just have to steal some of my stuff back, then," he said as he leaned in to give her a gentle kiss.

"You can try," she said kissing him back. "But I think you should leave me this shirt."

"Why?"

"Well, the last time you walked in while I was doing a crossword, you complained about me not wearing any clothes."

"I wasn't actually complaining," he said.

"Really?" she asked. "Because I seem to remember you giving me a hard time."


"Well, I seem to remember inviting you into the shower," he said. "And you asked for a rain check."

"Fair enough," she said. "When I finish my puzzle, I might just have to collect on that obligation."

"Great!" he said with a wink. "Work fast!"

"I shall!" she said with a smile. She kissed him one more time. "Oh, I have to take care of something this afternoon. I'll be out for a couple of hours. Is that okay?"

"As long as it doesn't involve horses or Ferraris," he stipulated.

"No! No horses and no fast cars," she assured him.

"And no Francisco?"

"Definitely no Francisco!" she replied emphatically, enjoying the slight tinge of jealousy. "I should be back by four or five."

"Okay," he agreed.

-

Jo was standing beside the entrance to the restaurant when Louise arrived. She looked as though she hadn't slept in days. Louise greeted her: "Hi, thanks for coming!"

"Thanks for calling," Jo said nervously.

"Do you want to sit outside?" Louise asked.

"Yeah, sure!"

"The weather's really nice today!"

"Yes, it is!"

A slender hostess guided them to a table near the sidewalk. The table was shaded by a large, green sun umbrella.

Louise and Jo looked over two oversized brunch menus. The waiter brought a basket of bread and two glasses of water. "I think I'm going to be bad and have bacon today," Louise said.

"Ooh, that sounds good!" Jo commented.

They placed their orders, and the waiter took the menus away.

"So," Louise began, "thanks again for coming."

"Thank you, Louise," Jo said. "I wasn't sure..."

"I wasn't sure, either," Louise interrupted, "but we're here, so let's enjoy brunch."

"Okay."

"I just wanted to say - and I have to get this out while I can..." Louise began with some hesitation.

"Oh, Louise, I'm so sorry!" Jo looked to be on the verge of crying. Louise put up her hand in a gesture asking for a pause in the discussion as she collected her thoughts.

"I just wanted to say," Louise continued, "that I know this whole thing must have been hard on you."

Jo listened intently.

"I had a couple of really bad days this week," Louise explained.

"I'm sorry!"

"It's okay," Louise continued. "But you've been carrying this thing around all this time. You couldn't tell me. You couldn't tell Terri, because she probably would have told me..."

Jo covered her mouth with her hand.

Louise continued. "I just wanted to say that, I realize that it must have been hard for you to deal with this on your own. And I feel bad for what you must have gone through after ... everything."

Jo started trembling. "I wish I could just go back and make it NOT happen," she said.

"I know!" Louise said trying to lighten the tension. "I wish I could eat bacon every day, but that's not going to happen, either."

Jo began to sob.

"But this is a special day," Louise continued. "So, let's eat something good and sinful and put some of these other things behind us. Can we do that?"

"Yes," Jo said. She was crying harder now and had to cover her eyes with her hand.

"Oh, honey, it's okay!" Louise assured her.

"I'm so sorry, Louise! I am so sorry!"

"Honey, I know. It's been rough on all of us."

"I just can't believe that you would want to talk to me," Jo said.

"I wasn't real sure," Louise explained openly, "and I'm sorry about that."

"No, of course!" Jo said through a sniffle. "I understand completely."

"But you are my friend," Louise said, trying to find the right words for the moment.

"And you've always been there for me," she continued, "and I've always tried to be there for you."

"You have," Jo confirmed in a whisper.

"This thing... Oh, shit, I don't even want to talk about it anymore!" Louise concluded. "Can we just do that? Just not talk about it anymore?"

"Yes," Jo agreed with a nod.

"Unless we need to," Louise continued.

Jo kept nodding.

"We'll talk about it then," Louise confirmed, "if we need to."

"Okay," Jo wiped her face with the large white napkin. Her eye make-up was badly smeared now. Eventually, she calmed down. They talked through the rest of the brunch, catching up on other subjects or commenting about people passing by on the sidewalk.

"Hey, guys!" It was Terri's voice.

"Hey!" they both said in return.

"I didn't know you were having brunch today," Terri said.

"It was kind of a last minute thing," Louise explained. "Where have you been? I tried to call you."

"Yeah, it's been a crazy weekend," Terri replied.

"How was your date with Riccardo?" Jo asked.

"Oh! The ballet was okay," Terri said, "but he wasn't able to make it. His clients needed him more than I did."

"Oh, that's a shame!" Louise exclaimed.

"Yeah!" Jo added.

"So, you went by yourself?" Louise asked.

"Well, me and nine-hundred fifty other ballet nuts," Terri joked. "But it was fine. It was a nice show. I had a good seat."

"Ooh, I'm glad!" Louise responded.

"Yeah, I'd go again," Terri confirmed. "You should come!"

"I'd like that," Louise said.

Terri noticed Jo's smudged make-up. "So, I see that you two are catching up."

"Yeah," said Louise in a relaxed tone. "We had a nice brunch."

Jo nodded. "Oh, I forgot," she said. "I actually have to run!"

"And where are you off to," Terri demanded.

"Well," Jo explained, "it turns out that Steve from my office likes horses."

"Really?" Terri exclaimed with a tone of disbelief.

"Yeah! I told him about our trip to the farm, and he called and scheduled a riding lesson for us. I have to be there at three," Jo said.

"At Francisco's place?" Louise asked.

"Yep," Jo confirmed.

"Whoa! So cool!" Louise responded.

"Yeah, that sounds like fun," Terri said.

"I hope so!" Jo said earnestly. "I'm sorry, I have to get ready. I'm... kind of a mess."

They all smiled at each other.

Jo looked at Louise. "Thank you!"

Louise stood up and hugged her. "Thank YOU for coming!"

"See ya!"

"Bye!"

"Bye!"


Louise felt relieved that their discussion had gone smoothly.

"Well, well, well..." Terri noted. "Steve from the office!"

"You never know about her," Louise observed.

"You know, I haven't even met Steve," Terri added, "and I'm already starting to feel sorry for him."

They looked at each other and laughed out loud.

"Oh, boy!" Louise exclaimed.

"So you talked?" Terri asked.

"Yeah," Louise said. "It was a little rocky, but..."

 "It's still kind of soon," Terri noted delicately.

"Yeah, well, the first steps are always the hardest," Louise reasoned. "Hopefully, it'll get easier."

"And how's Walter?"

"Walter's good," Louise said confidently, but without showing too much emotion. "Thanks for asking."

"I'm glad that you're working things out," Terri added.

"Yeah, I'm glad, too," Louise confided. "He really is a good guy."

"Oh!" Louise said suddenly, "I need to tell you something."

"What?"

"I need to say 'THANK YOU!'"

"For what?"

"You know for what!" Louise said. "You were there for me. You've always been there for me."

"And you for me!" Terri argued.

"No, but you really saved me this time," Louise said. "I was a wreck, and you spent time with me and knew just what to say."

"Ah!"

"And I want you to know how much I appreciate everything that you do for me, that you've always done for me."

"Oh, stop!" Terri protested.

"I will NOT stop!" Louise argued. "You have been my one true friend through all of this, high and low, and I owe you big time!"

"You don't owe me anything, Louise!" Terri said. "What am I supposed to do? Turn my back on you when you're struggling?"

"I do owe you, Terr. I really do. Especially this time."

"Well, okay," Terri relented. "I'll tell you what. I'm starving. So since you're feeling generous today, buy me lunch, and we can call it even!"

"Oh, far, far from even, my friend!" Louse argued. "But I am happy to treat! Anything you want."

"Well what you had looks tasty."

"I was!" Louise confirmed. "Oh, I'm sorry to hear about your date with Riccardo."

"Oh, forget about it," Terri said. "I wasn't really interested anyway."

"Seriously?"

"I spent all of ten minutes with the guy," Terri said. "Not really enough time for sparks to fly. Although he was really good looking!"

"Seriously! And I'm sorry that it didn't work out."

"That's okay," Terri assured her. "Actually, I did meet someone recently, and I think it might have potential."

"Really?" asked Louise. "Who?"


"Just someone I ran into unexpectedly," Terri replied. "Apparently, he liked me, but he was waiting for the right moment to say something."

"Oh, that sounds romantic!" Louise said.

"Yeah, it kind of is!" Terri said with a smile. "Anyway, let me kick the tires. If it actually lives up to expectations, and I'll tell you all about it."

"You'd better!" Louise said. "I can't believe that you're holding out on me!"


"Well," Terri added, "you know how men are."

"Oh, do I?" Louise sighed. "Proceed with caution!"

They laughed again.

"Okay, and I'm sorry about this," Terri explained, "but now I need to ask you an indelicate question."

"It's okay. Shoot!"

"I'm sure that you and Walter have been having some talks."

"Yeah," Louise said. "Most of it's good."

"Glad to hear!" Terri responded.  "Anyway, just so I don't say the wrong thing and get you in trouble - when you guys talked, did you ever tell him? I mean, about Antonio?"

Louise took a sip of her champagne and leaned back in her chair.

"Are you fucking nuts?"


-- End of Volume I --


Dedicated to K and her girlfriends - Thanks for sharing a glimpse of life through your eyes.


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Friday, August 2, 2013

'The Horse Farm' - Part Twenty-One

A light breeze filtered through the half-open windows and teased the curtains with gently oscillating movements. The night was mostly silent save for the soft hum of crickets and the occasional sound of automobiles passing in the distance. She kissed his shoulder and tasted sweat. His body had a healthful scent, enticing and mild.

From above he breathed on her neck over the spot that he had been kissing moments before. How long before was unclear, as time had rearranged itself. Minutes stretched and hours compressed into a curving distortion on the linear pace of life.

She felt his strength coupled with a caring tenderness, and she wondered how anyone could make sense of it, this primal blend of force and intimate touch. Both were required to elevate the senses to maximum intensity. It reflects the complexities of life, she mused, and the abundant miracles of nature. There is a duality in the physical world and in the thoughts and emotions of women and men. So, too, with the quintessential act of human connection.

They looked into each other's eyes. He reached under her leg to raise a knee. As she raised the other side to match, he responded with increasingly powerful movements. He held her now between his forearms as she closed her eyes in anticipation.

Heart rates accelerated as they surfed through waves of tension and release, order and chaos, rise and fall. At one point she imagined that he could see right through her, the body and the spirit merged into a single translucent form, diffracting light, bending it as water would to reveal the secrets of the deep. Their physical bodies moved aside as the souls made love togetherCompletely exposed and comfortable, she was his prism now, and he would see the world through the lens of her being for the rest of his days.

Once the waves had crested and the seas returned to calm, they breathed and rested side by side. He wiped his face with the back of his hand and she kissed him. He kissed her back, and they continued for several minutes, his fingers occasionally brushing her cheek.

In the pre-dawn hours they awoke together in a curled embrace, he behind she and facing the same direction. His arm was draped delicately around her waist and torso. The sounds outside were more muted now, but the same light breeze blew in against the curtains.


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Thursday, August 1, 2013

'The Horse Farm' - Part Twenty

Louise's mobile phone rang; it was Walter.

"Hi!"

"Hey, are you ready?" he asked.

"Yeah, I packed lunch," she said.

"Cool! I'll be there in five minutes."


Walter and Louise had hiked the Evergreen Creek trail on their second date. They called it a 'day date'. The trail followed a creek through open meadows and alternating patches of pine and oak forest. The mild grade was accessible but climbed high enough to offer sweeping views of the countryside. Evergreen Creek was popular with couples - Walter often joked that the first mile should be renamed "Lover's Lane."

The morning was dry and pleasant with a refreshingly cool breeze. Sunlight filtered through the leaves; spring flowers bloomed everywhere.

They stopped at the first overlook for a drink and took in the view. "I don't know if anything that I say could really matter at this point," Walter began, "but I am sorry. I'm really sorry about what happened."

"It matters to me," Louise confirmed, "Thanks for saying that."

"Thanks for giving me a chance."

"Yeah, well, don't go all gushy on me," she said walking back toward the trail. "It's a long way to the top."

They hiked through sunlit meadows and thick groves of pine where needles all but covered the path. At a bend in the creek dotted with ferns, Walter stopped to scamper on some rocks that jutted out over a modest cascade. Louise sat comfortably on weathered sandstone and snapped photos of Walter's climb. Mist from the rushing water and a thick canopy of leaves kept this section of the trail cool.

"Okay, Jungle Boy," she called when it was time to move on. "I'd like to have my lunch sometime today."

They slowed to a more leisurely pace as the final ascent neared. At one point Louise reached toward Walter's hand. He felt her fingertips and intertwined them with his own. Her gesture sent a message - it would be okay. Some time would need to pass, and it would never be the way that it was before, but it would be okay.

The last part of the trail ran adjacent to the ridge and a brightly sunlit field. They spread their blanket in the shade of a large leafy oak. Louise unpacked the sandwiches that she had prepared - turkey, swiss, and hot mustard for Walter; tomato, pesto, and fresh mozzarella for her.

"Thanks for what you said before," Louise began.

"You're welcome. Thank you for even coming here today," he said. "I wan't sure..."

"I was glad when you called," she said. "It's a nice day. We might as well enjoy it."

"It is a great day," he confirmed.

She took a drink from her water bottle and soaked in the view.

"I'm sorry I was so hard on you the other day - at the park."

"Don't be sorry," he said. "Everything you said was true."

"Well, true or not, I shouldn't have said some of those things."

"I made a mistake, Louise," Walter said, "one that I'll never stop regretting."

"Ah!"

"I don't blame you for being angry."

"You could have told me, Walter," she said. "It was a shock to hear it from her."

"Do you really think that it would have been easier if I had?"

She continued to look into the distance. "Probably not," she admitted. "I'm not sure how I would have taken it."

Louise felt a wave of deep remorse. "I'm sorry!" she exclaimed.

"What did I say?"

"Nothing!" she clarified. "I just..."

She paused for ten seconds. It seemed like ten years.

"I'm sorry, Walter."

"What are you sorry for?" he asked with surprise in his voice.

"For not being there when you needed me," she said. "For making you feel like you needed to go somewhere else."

"Hey, it's not your fault!" Walter said emphatically. "I'm the one who made the mistake..."

"I should have spent more time with you."

"Louise, it just happened," he said, "and it's not going to happen again."

She leaned toward him and hugged him placing the side of her head against his chest. "Are you sure?" she asked.

"Yes, I'm sure," he replied in a calm tone.

"Because I can't go through this again."

"You won't have to," Walter assured her.

"I'm sorry," she said while wiping a tear from her cheek.

"Hey, it's okay," he said. "It's going to be okay."

"You want it to be okay, right?" she asked.

"Yes, I want it to be okay," he said. "And I'm going to work hard to make it okay."

"Thanks," she said with a sniffle. "Me, too!" She continued to hold him. He held her gently but firmly and caressed her back. For one moment, she squeezed him hard.

"You can't see her," Louise demanded. "Unless I'm with you."

"Don't worry."

"I just couldn't take that."

"It's okay," he said. "Don't worry."

"I do worry," she said.

"Well, you shouldn't," Walter assured her. "I don't want anything to do with her."

"Are you positive?" Louise asked.

"I am absolutely certain," he said. "I only want to be with you."

"Okay," she conceded.

"I'm not even attracted to her," Walter added. It wasn't an advisable admission.

"What?" Louise shot backward out of Walter's embrace.

"I mean..."

"You screwed her, you freaking dog!" Louise said with mock disgust. She was regaining her composure and relished this chance to put Walter on the defensive.

"I was drunk!" Walter blurted out in his defense.

"So, let me understand this," Louise continued. "You cheat on me, and you claim that she isn't even attractive to you."

"No," he said, not sure what to say. "I mean..."

"Oh, don't bother to explain!" Louise continued to put on the pressure. "I can see where I rate on your list."

"You're at the TOP of my list!"

"I should be the only one ON your list, douche bag!"

"You know what I mean!" Walter protested.

"Yes, I think I understand you much better now, Walter!" she said.

"That is so not fair!" he argued.

"Not fair?" she asked.

"Not fair."

"Not fair?" she asked in a voice full of exasperation. "You don't even like her, and you chose her over me!"

"I did not choose her..."

"Oh, so you stumbled into her apartment building by accident?"

"No..."

"You dick head!"

Walter realized that anything he said in his defense would only get him into more trouble.

"So, tell me something, Walter!" she continued. "When you were over there doing nasty things to my ugly friend..."

"Louise!"

"Did you, like, you know... catch something?"

"No!" he protested. "I did not CATCH anything."

She glared back at him.

"Why?" he continued cautiously. "Does she HAVE something?"

"Don't look at me, shit head! You're the one who spent the night with her."

"It was more like an hour," he admitted.

"What?"

"I..."

"You just took off? Oh, my God, Walter! You're a bigger jerk than I thought you were."

"Hey!"

"She must have been crushed!"


"I don't know. What you do care, anyway?" he demanded.

Louise thought for a moment. "You're right," she said. "I don't care. I hope you made her feel like crap."

"That's the spirt!" he said. They smiled at each other.

"Dick head!" Louise's dry sense of humor and their playful banter had weathered the storm. The healing process had begun.

"Okay, Casanova!" she commanded. "It's time to pack up the picnic."

"Yes, boss!"

"I AM the boss. And don't you forget it!"

"How could I?"

"Pig!" she exclaimed.

They packed their things and hiked back down "Lover's Lane" occasionally walking hand in hand.



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