I write for a group of writers :Five minute Friday and this week we ‘Say‘ in five minutes, what’s between our fingers, asking to be said. I’m thinking of Ghezu a local Dancer and she was good to feature on a video shoot for my daughter, but
we got the feeling she was holding back,
though every word she said was affirmative. Yes she’d be there, she said – terrace shoot, or field, wherever.
Ghezu moves like a swan, she’s a worshipper, a leaner on the Everlasting One. And yet the arms fall a fraction too late, the toe moves a step behind, as if her conversation with movement is being reined by another emotion.
We spoke again, and in person. No, her dates did not coincide with ours. She blended and took my movement to the next level, this was sheer genius.
We’d planned a five second of a Lazarus rising, and one with the woman leaning to touch the Hem of Jesus’ garment. Ghezu worked it like a vision in slashed jean and frayed white Tee. She had more to say than I could even visualize for her. She’s not camera shy, she and the lens meet eye to eye and there’s a story happening that Jesu Himself must’ve designed for her. And yet, she’s not ready yet.
Maybe later I say. My daughter is disappointed, Ghezu herself is. We have a quick limesoda and leave with a prayer….
then I know Ghezu needed that more than any work.She’s tired and worn out with schedules. She’s asking Time and the space to do nothing for a bit.
I start to say something but the words sit down in my tongue. Yea, we all need the Pause;
the space to say nothing at all, before we really speak.
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