As i peek into a masters ballet class, watching participants ranging in age from raging hormonal teens to the geritol set, they go through the barre routine to a live pianist each one moving to the best of their ability with a visible internal focus which to an untrained watcher translates into personal happy hotspots.
I have seen these before in libraries and on the beach in the morning and yoga classes but until right now could not put the occurrence into words.
I bring this up to remind us all that it is possible to participate in a variety of activities by taking a moment to plug into these personal happy hotspots, shamelessly borrow some bandwidth and live even if only for a moment vicariously through their energy.
The music stopped as the master instructs his pupils. The energy dissipates briefly as the hotspots process the new information, and then with the next keystroke of the piano they return to life and I quietly and calmly assume my happy hotspot amongst theirs.
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