I am interrupting my blogging broadcast of French travelling delights to bring you an announcement: The World Did Not End On Saturday!
This is a post inspired by my fellow fashionable flamenco blogger Dusk whose thoughts on the predictions of the impending apocalypse struck a chord with me. Whilst reading the Saturday news online over my morning coffee I found out about the Rapture theory and I realised that at precisely six o'clock in the afternoon, when an earthquake of biblical proportions was due to hit London, I was due to go on stage to dance a solo for a charity flamenco show. How poetic that it should be a charity gig in aid of the victims of the Japanese earthquake and tsunami.
As Dusk herself said "Only Christians need apply" and she was looking forward to "seeing all these people floating in the air on their way to heaven." It made me consider what we all believe in. What our life philosophy boils down to. How logic can be overridden to the extent that people would give all their time and life savings to promote an idea rather than do something to improve things for their fellow man suffering on the planet in the here and now.
I'm the sort of person that would write flamenco under religious belief in my national census form and every day I strive to learn something from its mantra of "a vivir el momento". Live for the moment! Because it is futile to predict and worry about when it is all going to end.
Like Dusk I wouldn't have qualified for redemption. According to theory I was due to perish on stage. But living for the moment means showing no fear. Instead of heading for the hills in a futile attempt to escape punishment by fire and brimstone I spent two hours (yes, two!) ironing my bata de cola and worried myself about the rapture of my audience instead.
Anyhow I think I'm more of an Earth bound soul. If I'm doomed to stay here I can't say I'd feel hard done by. To me there will always be plenty of heaven to be found right here. It is my personal belief that there are many ways in which we can "find God" if that is what you want to call it. Mine is through my art.
And before you tell me that all human endeavour is but mere folly let me share with you the dictionary definitions of rapture:
- the state of mind resulting from feelings of high emotion; joyous ecstasy
- an expression of ecstatic joy
- the act of transporting a person from one sphere of existence to another, especially from earth to heaven
Nothing describes better what I feel when I'm dancing. So perhaps at six o'clock on Saturday I did actually encounter the Rapture. If so I'd happily repeat the experience! Or at least by posting this, reclaim some of the essence of the word for the many joys of our world rather than for the obsession with its destruction by earthquake and fire.
And anyway, I can't think of a better way to go myself. Consumed by fire in the throes of this passion? What a way to go.
Cream Bata de Cola dress: tailored in Seville
Photos: The Amazingly Talented Mr V.