{"id":465,"date":"2009-08-13T15:30:24","date_gmt":"2009-08-13T23:30:24","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/niasomoves.com\/Rachaelsblog\/?p=465"},"modified":"2009-08-28T07:08:57","modified_gmt":"2009-08-28T15:08:57","slug":"my-dream-of-all-languages-turning-50","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/synergy-pt.net\/niablog\/my-dream-of-all-languages-turning-50\/","title":{"rendered":"My Dream of All Languages: Turning 50"},"content":{"rendered":"

This September I turn 50!<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

Thank you to my parents\u00a0for giving me life: my courageous, beautiful my mother and my grief stricken, brilliant father. \u00a0Thank you to my steadfast grandparents and their brave parents, and all my ancestors — from Alsace, New Iberia and Iowa; Biddenden, Oshkosh and Bohemia;\u00a0from\u00a0Minnesota, Belfast and Schleswig-Holstein, and all the places in between I never knew or have forgotten.\u00a0<\/p>\n

This year, I have two dreams for my birthday: \u00a0<\/p>\n

1) \u00a0MY\u00a0DREAM 50th\u00a0BIRTHDAY PARTY<\/strong>: \u00a0Nia co-creator Debbie Rosas teaches Nia for my students and me at The DanceSpace in Ashland, Oregon.
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2) \u00a0MY\u00a0DREAM\u00a0BIRTHDAY PRESENT: \u00a0<\/strong>I manifest my childhood dream of learning all the languages in the world.\u00a0<\/div>\n
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If you are so moved, please participate with me in one or both of my dreams. \u00a0
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Here’s how . . .\u00a0
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\"\"<\/a>MY BIRTHDAY PARTY<\/strong>: \u00a0 Come celebrate with me! \u00a0On Saturday, September 26,\u00a0<\/span>Nia co-creator, Debbie Rosas, will teach for the first time ever in Ashland, leading a master class and a workshop at The DanceSpace. \u00a0(Visit \u00a0www.niasomoves.com<\/a>\u00a0for info and to register.) \u00a0
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When I asked myself, if I could do anything<\/em><\/strong> for my 50th birthday, what would it be, I kept seeing Debbie teaching my Nia class, in my space, for my students and for me. \u00a0
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Now\u00a0that’s<\/em><\/strong>\u00a0what I call a birthday party! \u00a0\u00a0
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Thank you, Debbie, for helping me manifest my 50th birthday party dream!<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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MY BIRTHDAY PRESENT: \u00a0If you were planning on buying me a present for my birthday, please consider\u00a0this\u00a0instead: \u00a0In honor of\u00a0my ancestors and in honor of all people who have roamed, settled, <\/a>fled,\u00a0migrated, stayed, lived and died, eaten, slept, wept, laughed, loved, hated, hoped, dreamed, sensed and breathed — please consider contributing money toward my purchase of Rosetta Stone language programs<\/a>. \u00a0$2, $10, or whatever you might have spent on a card or gift. \u00a0Maybe, god willing, over\u00a0the years, I can learn all 30 of the languages they have available. \u00a0<\/span><\/strong><\/div>\n

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Why?
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Read on . . .\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n

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MY DREAM OF ALL LANGUAGES<\/strong><\/p>\n

When I was a little girl I had a dream — a dream of learning all all the languages in the world. \u00a0<\/p>\n

In our house on State Street in Brooklyn, we had a globe with brightly colored countries, deep, bright blue oceans — and best of all, mountain ranges in raised relief. \u00a0I loved this globe. \u00a0I would kneel, leaning my elbows on\u00a0the wide, low map cabinet<\/span>\u00a0my mother had refurbished for my father to keep his photographs in, and gaze at it<\/span>. \u00a0I loved to touch it, spin it, feel it. \u00a0I didn’t know the names then, but I loved to touch the Arabian Peninsula and dip down into the Reed Sea, up again into Africa, to touch the Himalayas, the Cacaucuses, mountainy Sumatra, and\u00a0the spine of\u00a0the Rocky Mountains down into the Andes.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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I loved to wonder about each place on the globe and I tried in my mind’s eye to zoom into each place as though landing there from outer space. \u00a0I wanted to stand on every spot in the world, or at the very least, go to every country, and imagined that some day I would. \u00a0I imagined standing, simply standing, on the earth in each place, feeling and seeing the ground and what lived there \u00a0— people, trees, grasses, animals, sunlight, shadows, roads — and smelling the smells of that place.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

And as I imagined standing on the ground in the places we call south central Africa, Saudi Arabia, South America, Polynesia, I dreamed of learning the language of every place, because if I went to each place, I would need to know the language.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

And\u00a0in my imagination\u00a0as I stood \u00a0on the earth in\u00a0south central\u00a0Africa, I could feel the language of that place — and of all the places in the world — sprouting up out of the ground, up into my feet and through my body. \u00a0And, without words, I knew this: The languages of the world come from the soil of the Earth herself. \u00a0Like great trees, the languages rise from their web of roots beneath the ground and create\u00a0over the Earth\u00a0a canopy of branches which are filled with words and which make the air.\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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In Mart\u00edn Prechtel’s school, Bolad’s Kitchen<\/a>, we are asked to learn our ancestral languages, and the languages of our ancestor’s enemies, who usually turn out to be our ancestors as well. \u00a0Maybe someday I will go to each place on the planet and feel the language of that place rise up in me. \u00a0Until then, there is Rosetta Stone.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

This September I turn 50! Thank you to my parents\u00a0for giving me life: my courageous, beautiful my mother and my grief stricken, brilliant father. \u00a0Thank you to my steadfast grandparents and their brave parents, and all my ancestors — from Alsace, New Iberia and Iowa; Biddenden, Oshkosh and Bohemia;\u00a0from\u00a0Minnesota, Belfast and Schleswig-Holstein, and all the […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[15],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-465","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-dancing-through-life"],"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/synergy-pt.net\/niablog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/465","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/synergy-pt.net\/niablog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/synergy-pt.net\/niablog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/synergy-pt.net\/niablog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/synergy-pt.net\/niablog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=465"}],"version-history":[{"count":128,"href":"http:\/\/synergy-pt.net\/niablog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/465\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":592,"href":"http:\/\/synergy-pt.net\/niablog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/465\/revisions\/592"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/synergy-pt.net\/niablog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=465"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/synergy-pt.net\/niablog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=465"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/synergy-pt.net\/niablog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=465"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}