ar·a·besque
n.
1. A ballet position in which the dancer bends forward while standing on one straight leg with the arm extended forward and the other arm and leg extended backward.
2. A complex, ornate design of intertwined floral, foliate, and geometric figures.
3. Music An ornate, whimsical composition especially for piano.
4. An intricate or elaborate pattern or design: "the fluctuating shapes of a cloudscape, the complex arabesque of a camera movement, the blink of a character's eye" (Nigel Andrews).
I don't know what it is, but I was sitting here tonight, feeling lighter than I've felt in months. Joel's asleep next to me, the house is silent. All I can hear is the whirling blades of the fan and the hum of the air conditioner. My fingers dancing over the keys now as I write.
I am in pain, of course. But my heart, for the last hours is lighter, my thoughts are lighter. I'm relaxed, as relaxed as I can be, at least. Today, I've been watching my new favourite TV show, reading Kerouac & Anne Shirley {an odd combination, if there ever was one}, and listening to Debussy and George Shearling, Dizzie Gillespie and Miles Davis, simply going wherever the mood has taken me.
And for some reason, the word arabesque popped into my head. I don't know why. I wasn't reading it, I hadn't seen it anywhere recently, but I couldn't get it out of my head. Do you ever get that? A word, one you love that just comes into your consciousness and stays awhile? I've always loved it; arabesque. I love the way it sounds, almost melodic I say it aloud, feeling it out with my tongue and lips ~ almost pretty enough to be a name.
I love the images it evokes. The swirling patterns, the curves and flourishes, soft and romantic. The symmetry while appearing whimsical and carefree. I miss feeling that way.
I love how the images in my mind transfer themselves so beautifully into Debussy's Deux arabesques.
The first is my favourite..
Do you have words you love? What are they?
I don't know how I'm going to go, slipping back into blogging again. For now, it's just going to be for me, free writing, I guess. No rules, no schedule. Perhaps not even a purpose. Whatever gets me writing again though.
