Life should be played by accordions, covered in snow, filled with hot toddies, and laughed at by family. Life should be step-danced and free-form clogged. Dean Crouch and Ivan Hajek should fill the world. Ramon Ayala should play and sing my accordion dreams. I have a lot of those–accordion dreams. Life should be spoken in Spanish, in poetry, in flowery prose. Flowery prose should never be condemned.
But I know my rules. Flowery prose is not allowed. Passive voice is not allowed, and yet there it is, disallowed by no one specifically and, therefore, passive.
I want to play my life in accordions, step-dance it, cover it in Spanish, and walk it out in the snow. I will speak it in poetry and never let go of flowery prose, because flowers are God’s own art, and I am in rapture.
I know my rules. I will never sit passively when there is something in this world to do (she ironically wrote as she sat behind her computer screen.)
Awesome post, Jill–flowers are God's art–love that line!
Thanks Rowenna!
OMGosh I LOVE this post!!! I'm going to remember this post in my dreams. You are a great writer!!!
Wow, thanks T. Anne! I haven't had a writing compliment in a long time. I think I'm gonna cry.
You make me want to shut down my computer and dance:)
Terri, you should dance! It's fun.
I also really like Ivan Hajek accordion playing style. Check also Accordion virtuoso Nick Ariondo – he has passion and nice style too 🙂
Nick Ariondo is amazing. You’re right about that. Thanks for the link.