Lately I have been thinking about all the ways the arts–dance, music, acting, painting, writing–bring joy to our lives. For me, they are too numerous to count.
One of my favorite early memories is of attending a performance with my mom of for colored girls who have considered suicide/when the rainbow is enuf, the late Ntozake Shange’s groundbreaking play. I was excited to see my first Broadway show with her, especially knowing it had been written by a Black woman.
The sheer poetry of what Shange created swelled me up with sister pride. Here was someone of my community who understood my world as a young Black woman and had poured everything she had seen, heard and felt into poignant portraits of our reality.
The play opened my eyes to the transformative power of the arts. It is a lesson I haven’t forgotten.
Since then I have celebrated many afternoon matinees and nighttime viewings watching in amazement as some gorgeous dance, moving ballad, or engrossing monologue is performed on stages big and small.
Just as I had once sat in a darkened theater spellbound as seven beautifully talented Black actresses commanded the stage with lyrical choreopoems, so too I now hope that you and your loved ones will head to the theater, the museum, the dance company, and embrace the beauty you will surely see there.
Creative expression is a cultural lifeline. Without it, part of our soul surely withers. Let’s always encourage one another to tap into that innate spirit to make art. It lives inside each one of us. In the comments section, write and tell me how you express yourself artistically.
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