In synchronicity I stumbled upon a young woman’s blog where she discovered two quotes and shared how they moved her. These words summon the romance, mystique and power of Tango and moved me as well.
“Love is everything it’s cracked up to be. That’s why people are so cynical about it…It really is worth fighting for, risking everything for. And the trouble is, if you don’t risk everything, you risk even more.” Erica Jong
“To him she seemed so seductive, so different from ordinary people, that he could not understand why no one was as disturbed as he by the clicking of her heels on the paving stones, why no one else’s heart was wild with the breeze stirred by the sighs of her veils, why everyone did not go mad with the movements of her braid, the flight of her hands, the gold of her laughter. He had not missed a single one of her gestures, not one of the indications of her character, but he did not dare approach her for fear of destroying the spell.” Gabriel Garcia Marquez

The characters Carrie and Aleksandr in Sex and the City
Now, what if I replaced the word love in the first quote with Tango, and in the second quote replace the woman with Tango?
What is at risk in my life if I give myself over fully to my passion, to Tango, or to a woman?
Why have I shrunk in the face of such stirring beauty and spells before?
Am I afraid to look beyond the spells while lingering in the intimacy of getting to know the spell caster and their true character?
Have I lost my will to fight for what I am so passionate about?
What is it to fight for something?
What is fighting in relation to giving in to something, or giving over to something, or surrendering to something, or allowing something?
What GOD do I serve? Do I really want to serve something? And is there anything or anyone I would really die for?
Why dance even one more tanda?
What would I give to pursue my biggest passions?
What would I do to never lose the opportunity to experience my biggest passions?
The character, Carrie Bradshaw in the TV series Sex and the City, eventually defines what she is looking for, and in that moment defines herself. She tells her boyfriend Aleksandr, “I’m looking for love. Real love. Ridiculous, inconvenient, consuming, can’t-live-without-each-other love.”
I am looking for the same thing as Carrie in both a partner and in my passion, Argentine Tango. But what is the price? What is at risk for me? And if I don’t risk everything, then am I risking more?


