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Last night was Vaudeville night. Vaudeville is a new burlesque club opened up in Cape Town December 2009. The intention of the club,as I understand it, is to entertain and titillate. And it does. My interest lay in supporting my friend , most talented girlfriend Irit Noble. She is the diva of the show, as in all her shows. Go to Vaudeville just to see this glam girl.
I have to acknowledge my mind was unable to be fully present at Vaudeville. I rushed out my therapy room to make the show in time. I arrived still covered with the pain of my day. I watched the magic of young gorgeous healthy bodies move through the air, dance and amaze the audience with the result of hours, years of training. Yet the day stayed with me- I kept thinking of how unkind people can be to each other, especially to those we are most intimately connected. It is terribly difficult hearing a woman tell her husband that she no longer loves him, that he is a terrible lover and she stays for the money. And I am not the husband - As I look over and watch the husband I contract with sadness seeing his face contort the way the dancers and contortionists at Vuadeville contort their bodies. It is just as challenging to hear a woman describe her husband's anger "episodes" which leave her confused and traumatised. And that's before I get to hear about chronic illnesses that leave people sexually and emotionally dis-eased. I come home after days like this and call my children. I tell them to be kind to their partners, to practice compassion and caring. I remind them to express their love often , not just on special days. I missed being potentially blown up by a terrorist as I was on the Amsterdam- Detroit flight 2 days before the terrorist was on the same flight. When I heard sitting safely in Miami I thought about what I would say to my kids if I could make a final call before the plane blew up . I realized I say it all every day, through words and actions. There would be no need for a final call. I wish you all kindness, an ability to express it and to receive it with a simple "thank you."
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Beautiful post. When art and reality meets, "The husband's face cntorting like the vaudeville dancers." It is most bizarre how we sometimes are hell bent on hurting the ones we love the most. Why? I don't believe we are born evil or that we want to but that it is rather an accumulation of the years' pain and anger in our own lives that we throw into the faces of our partners when instead we should stand back to back facing the world as partners, lovers, brothers - people. You do amazing work.
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March 08, 2010
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