New thing number100andsomething A Barn Dance??
As you know I have decided in 2010 that I am willing and open to new things. That is the reason for this blog. I had hoped to do one new thing a day,but as much as most do not have the dedication to watch my videos every day, I found out it was not realistic to do one everyday. I have realized that just the intention of being willing to do NEW things , has made my life more interesting, and I am very excited to continue this journey of doing new things. I do not know where it will end up, but I DO know that so far this has been the most interesting year of my life. Sharing new things with you on this blog has been the inspiration so thank you for continuing to stay with me here. Since it has been over 6 months of trying new things, I now seem to attract new, fun experiences without even putting an effort. It’s like I am a “NEW THING” Magnet. Sometimes this magnet draws in things I have always wanted to do, (Like singing with Paul McCartney and watching magic with Jerry Seinfeld) but sometimes, well…..let’s just say I would not have chosen some of these NEW things…..yet, I have never regretted any of them.
As far as this new thing for today…….I found myself in the mountains of North Carolina celebrating my friends birthday, and the next thing you know, I am swinging my partner round/and/round……. A BARN DANCE found it’s way to me. It’s like the crazy new things are now seeking ME out, and all I can do is laugh my way through it. I went into this one a “barn dance skeptic”, but in the end, there is just absolutely no way one can not find their inner fiddle and dosey doe their way to happiness with a BARN DANCE. So click on the video when you are ready, You will see I was not a chicken to try the dance….. But even if I was chicken, what a perfect place to be……a BARN.
Enjoy!!
I don’t know that it’s true that those of us out here wouldn’t watch a new video from you every day. Try us, why dontcha?
Funny story: I owned a 1963 Drove. Had to sell it, though: dealership support and parts and repair were too few and far
between.(For example, I remember learning there was a Drove dealer on the planet Mercury. No, wait–I mean, a Mercury
dealer on the planet Drove. Either way, though, you see the
problem.)
Like the recent video with Howie, this one caused me to smile
immediately and throughout. And that is high praise, given
the kind of day I’ve had–one in which my untimely, brutal murder might have been a spirit-boosting highlight.
However, I wish the caller had organized everyone into
an actual square dance. My parents used to square dance, and
they thought square dancing was really dumb at first, but then they got really good at it, and then they saw that the ancients weren’t so dumb in dreaming the thing up after all. You get endorphins, and then you forget the troubling, nagging self as you begin to spin around. That’s fun. The concept, thus, works.
Your breath-of-fresh-air, sweet, pure videos, time and time again, work much the same way.
Now I have to call someone to get this smile unplastered off
my face.
Well, maybe I won’t.
All love,
PM
A total stranger came up to me on the street today, and asked me a question.
“What exactly is the precise spark of genius,” they posed, “in Rachel Reenstra’s videos?”
“Simplicity,” I replied, somewhat enigmatically.
“That’s a somewhat enigmatic reply,” they said, simply.
“Look at the barn dance video,” I offered. “Look at when she
kind of shrugs her shoulders and starts dancing with the
other girl.”
“All right,” they allowed, writing down what I said.
“Or, look at the video from many months ago,” I added, “in
which Rachel is singing karaoke while being photographed through
night vision.”
We–the stranger and I–looked at each other.
“It’s simple,” I summarized. “Simple stuff. So simple you can
miss how crazy and inspired and human it is.”
“That’s my problem,” the stranger said. “I’m kind of out of
touch with my own humanity.”
“Yes,” I said, “I can see where that might make it hard for
you, coming to Reenstra’s work…well, cold.”
We both looked at each other, again.
“Keep watching her, though,” I encouraged. “What she does will warm you.”
We shook hands, and went our ways.
And then the stranger was eaten by a giant squirrel!
No, he wasn’t!
But all the rest is very, very true.
L,
GC