Diana Vreeland once said: "When I discovered dancing, I learned to dream. "
I have been a dancer my whole life. But never more than this past Friday, when we joined a hundred or so Carmel neighbors dancing the night away at Clint Eastwood's Mission Ranch. It is Monterey Jazz Festival weekend, and the old patio barn at the Ranch rocked to jazz, blues and sixies/seventies tunes played by a group of talented local high school musicians and their teacher. When my good-natured husband tired of the dance, my enthusiastic partner then became a trés elegant gal of seventy or so. All in red from her beret to her socks and shoes, how very Vreeland she was in her choice of color and in her love of dance! The evening ended with chants of "Bring Back the Barn!" So the dance gig may become a regular thing.
Walking back in the dark, we looked up at the sky and could see the Big Dipper for the first time in ten years (since we have been living in the Southern Hemisphere). This beacon guided us home.
In a twist on D.V.'s musing I would add: "I dream of dance, and I dance to dream!"
Marjorie
P.S. The photograph of the can-can dancers is from my collection of antique images. It is by a forties photographer named Tilley. Look closely at the dancers, as they are composed of vegetables-note the jolie cauliflower costumes.