The Tango is a dance, it is much like life. There is a tension between partners and to dance well together there must be enough traction and count-traction to enable almost a perfect leaning into one another not too little and not too much, just enough to “know” where each other is and for each partner to be able to subtly sign to the other a move, subtle, gentle, moving a feather but it moves willingly.
It’s beautiful really and how all communication should be – in tune, harmonious.
For this reason when you really tango it is a healing dance.
It touches places that other things in life don’t reach the tango does.
The posture is one of leaning, much like the Song of Solomon leaning in of lovers. And yet the tango can be danced with any partner. It is not so much about sex as it is about intimacy and respect of the heart space.
The invitation to move a certain way is made by either partner and it is gentle and a hint. The actual movement can be accepted or an attempt be made to change it and this is a conversation of connectedness and respect. A little bit flirtatious as times but very proper. Passionate sometimes. But boundaries are strict. Or shall we say firm.
The relationship is also much like Christ in history and people at large. If you don’t lean in you will not be privy to the mystery. And the leaning is not a depending. It is more of a deep understanding once you can get there. It can take a while. Or it can just never happen for you or a massive wide door can open. And I am not advocating religion here at all, more a deep understanding of life at large.
Choice is the key and moving to a beat is the learned dance. Life is short, tango rather.
Touch me on my tango 😉