Denise Dances: A Return to Perfect Health - Body, Mind & Spirit!

Saturday, August 22, 2009

Forgotten but Not By Me

FORGOTTEN BUT NOT BY ME -- New London, CT. RE: the estate otherwise known as "Paula," 190 Vauxhall Street, where we shared much conversation over coffee, 2001-2007. The light, coming through the windows, on the second story -- perfect for an indoor oasis! Coming Cider -- if I can ever track him down and get a photo of me and the neighborhood cat! Forgotten but Not By Me. (the Artist known as Denise) Denise...Denise Dances...2009.

Show Me The Money!

JOB 42:10-13, 15-17 -- And the Lord turned the captivity of Job, when he prayed for his friends: also the Lord gave Job twice as much as he had before. Then came there unto him all his brethren, and all his sisters, and all they that had been of his acquaintance before, and did eat bread with him in his house: and they bemoaned him, and comforted him over all the evil that the Lord had brought upon him: every man also gave him a piece of money and every one an earring of gold. So the Lord blessed the latter end of Job more than his beginning: for he had fourteen thousand sheep, and six thousand camels, and a thousand yoke of oxen, and a thousand she asses. He had also seven sons and three daughters...And in all the land were no women found so fair as the daughters of Job: and their father gave them inheritance among their brethren. After this lived Job an hundred and forty years, and saw his sons, and his sons' sons, even four generations. So Job died, being old and full of days. "Friends & Family with Money: Don't Judge a Book By Its Cover." (She can't go to her family for anything. You should see...She's always running to her family and they don't care about her.) (Did ya get the memo? Well, did ya?)...Denise...Denise Dances...2009. The show must go on!

Friday, August 21, 2009


RENASCENCE -- Ah! Up then from the ground sprang I/ And hailed the earth with such a cry As is not heard save from a man/ Who has been dead, and lives again. About the trees my arms I wound;/ Like one gone mad I hugged the ground; I raised my quivering arms on high;/ I laughed and laughed into the sky; Till at my throat a strangling sob/ Caught fiercely, and a great heart-throb Sent instant tears into my eyes:/ O God, I cried, no dark disguise Can e'er hereafter hide from me/ Thy radiant identity! Thou canst not move across the grass/ But my quick eyes will see Thee pass, Nor speak, however silently,/ But my hushed voice will answer Thee. I know the path that tells Thy way/ Through the cool eve of every day; God, I can push the grass apart/ And lay my finger on Thy heart! The world stands out on either side/ No wider than the heart is wide; Above the world is stretched the sky,--/ No higher than the soul is high. The heart can push the sea and land/ Farther away on either hand; The soul can split the sky in two,/ And let the face of God shine through. But East and West will pinch the heart/ That can not keep them pushed apart; And he whose soul is flat - the sky/ Will cave in on him by and by. (The Roaring Twenties were a bright blur: her promiscuity with men and women, adoring crowds, reading tours, long stays abroad...the books appeared regularly, and in 1923, she became the first woman to win the Pulitzer prize for poetry.) -- Edna St. Vincent Millay, Born February 22, 1892. Died on October 19, 1950. VOCAB: (Once a teacher, always a teacher!!!) (1) renaissance: n. often attrib [F, fr, MF, rebirth, fr. renaistre to be born again, fr. L. renasci, fr. re + nasci to be born -- more at NATION] 1 cap a: {RENAISSANCE} {SIC}: The transitional movement in Europe between medieval and modern times beginning in the 14th century in Italy, lasting into the 17th century, and marked by a humanistic revival of classical influence expressed in a flowering of the arts and literature, and by the beginnings of modern science. c: the neoclassic style of architecture prevailing during the Renaissance (to you, Kelley!)2: often cap: {RENAISSANCE} {sic} a movement or period of vigorous artistic and intellectual activity 3: REBIRTH, REVIVAL (2) renascence: n. often cap: {RENASCENCE} {sic} {how did I know that???} RENAISSANCE (3) renascent: adj. [L renascent - , renascens, prp. of renasci] rising again into being or vigor. (4) Renaissance man: n. a person who has wide interests and is expert in several areas. RENASCENCE! (5)vignette: n. [F, fr. MF vignette, fr. dim. of vigne vine -- more at VINE] 1: a running ornament (as of vine leaves, tendrils, and grapes) put on or just before a title page or at the beginning or end of a chapter; also: a small decorative design or picture so placed 3a: a short descriptive literary sketch b: a brief incident or scene (as in a play or movie...) I have to see this movie. I have to see it; I have to see it. Are we going? We're going, aren't we? If we don't go, I'm going to be mad!!!...* * * :).

Even More on Ocean Beach...

Hi! "There was a old carousel, wooden horses, huge, where the water slide is now...the shed where the bumper cars ("dodge 'ems") used to be, is still there...there were more carnival rides...Before WOW, there was a locker room and bathhouse there...the GAM / Arcade had a rifle range -- you could hear the shots down the beach...the shed near us (at my spot down at the end) used to house archery!" -- Joe's personal account; this latest from Joe and his daughter Mimi whom I had the pleasure of meeting last week at Ocean Beach. Admittedly, ya talked my ear off! But I was glad for the conversation. Does get lonely! I hope I was able to help Mimi with a word of advice to her Dad over his concern for her future: That she is too nice (as I have been); didn't seem interested enough in school. I felt the loveliest vibe from his fifteen year old daughter. Very quiet. Long, dark wavy hair. Petite curvy body. TO ALL PARENTS:...(Once a teacher, always a teacher!) Encourage her to find one subject or hobby she is good at and to focus on it. It could be the source for health, happiness, and yes, prosperity in the future!!! If you concentrate on something you are good at, you will meet like-minded people. Also, some students who have creative minds can find the regular school curriculum boring, even confining. Which explains the apathy some students suffer from today. For more info, google the Center for Educational Reform (CER). Take Care. THINK SUNSHINE!...Denise...Denise Dances...2009.

Wednesday, August 19, 2009

"More on the History of Ocean Beach"

Hi! from Monday Aug. 17, 2009. New London, CT. This morning, I had the pleasure to meet Mr. Russell Cavanaugh, retired from the New London Police Dept., at Ocean Beach. Check out his commemorative bench, dedicated to him and his wife Gilda, by his children, adjacent to the pool. Here, I would like to add that I think very highly of the New London Police Dept. ("Semper Paratus!") I worked for the Norwich Police Dept. in the early 90s as an office temp, typing police reports. I found the work to be very "journalistic" in nature. On the history of Ocean Beach: "It was better. The Dick Pillar polk-a-bration used to play on the boardwalk every summer...There were concessions up and down the boardwalk, all privately owned...The few concessions now have one owner...the pool used to have live shows...A big band played at dances held here once a week {at the Port & Starboard ballroom}...there were fireworks on the beach every Friday night...the mini golf course has been here a long time...the boardwalk is a third of a mile long (hear that?)...He chose police work, he said, in part because he loves being outdoors. "I can't stand being stuck inside," he shares my sentiments. Also, he said, "Your health is first. It's more important than money. What good is having all this money if you can't even enjoy it?" He said he comes to Ocean Beach to swim in the morning, most days in summer. He suggested I go for a swim. But not to blame him if I got stung by the jellyfish, the most recent arrivals to the beach. Which I did. ("I Got Stung!" -- Elvis Presley.)THINK SUNSHINE!!!...* * * :)...Denise...Denise Dances...2009.

Plug for Pequot!

Once again, I would like to plug "Pequot Health Center" in Groton, CT where I have been treated throughout the years of the early 90s until the present day for various ailments and injuries. Without each and every one of you, I wouldn't be here today. This morning, I visited the "Pequot Cafe" where I have had many meals (sometimes breakfast, often lunch, and take-home dinner), from Spring 2007to Spring 2009. I am sorry to hear that the Cafe will be closing next week, due to rising costs. Once again, I want to thank you all for your continued care and compassion. I wish all of you the best!!! Denise. (Denise...Denise Dances...2009.)

"On Being a Work-a-holic"

Hi! Here I am on Block Island. (Remember? Working in reverse chronological order.) For the weekend. What are you DOING there? you may well ask. (Especially on YOUR budget.) I'm here for the 16th Annual Block Island Arts & Crafts Festival. August 8 & 9, 2009. 10-6. I'll have you know, Uninformed One, that I have "exhibited" "sacrifice" (that word you hate, Paula used to say), by going without that delicious soft serve ice cream in a cone at Ocean Beach on most days. Colombo Lite Yogurt instead. Brown bag lunch. Stop & Shop, Groton (sometimes Waterford). So here I am. "One of the Last Great Places." (Donations can be sent to: Block Island Conservancy, Inc., PO Box 84, Block Island, RI 02807.) First, I want to "plug" my friends here at the Rose Farm Inn. For more info, go to: Judith Rose, Innkeeper. Self-proclaimed "work-a-holic." Laura, Front Desk. "It's my job." she said upon my arrival, mid phone conversation. "I like talking to people." If you love your job, it doesn't feel like work. Jamie Rose. "La Bella Rose," professional designs, FDI Certified Wedding Specialist and Canadian Institute of Floral Design graduate. For more info, go to: or Also, go to: Jamie is about my age. She is the innkeeper's daughter, an artist, writer and poet, as I am, and has tried her hand at many different things, as have I. Block Island has an independent spirit of local business owners, which is probably why I feel so "at home" here. I could never afford to live here, as the families that do have houses handed down through the generations of the first settlers, but an off season or mid summer stay will suffice. I would also like to plug my friend "Rasta Ron's" business, "East of the River Nile Trading Co.;" at 459 Chapel Street. For more info, go to: Cultural gifts from around the world at prices to suit any traveler's budget. (I bought two sticks of incense and a holder for relaxation at home.) He is also the resident gardener here at the Rose Farm Inn and does a beautiful job of tending the abundant wildflower gardens here. "Amen!" "Yeay! Denise is back!" Remembering my name in full (have you gathered yet that it's always been my wish to make a name for myself???); from the mid to late 1990s when I stayed at the Rose Farm Inn every summer (I lived with my parents back then.) I would like to praise him for his many unique gifts. Check him out! (His hand-crafted tapestries were on display at the Spring Street Gallery.) Next, I would like to plug Ballard's Family Restaurant for casual fare on the beach. Informed by Judith Rose before I left the island that there is a new chef at Ballard's, it was obvious to me in the menu choices: roast chicken or fish (salmon, scrod, etc.) with fresh, seasoned vegs and roasted potatoes or rice (albeit white); -- all for under $20. A glass of wine goes for $5. (admittedly, "Redneck Woman," Gretchen Wilson.) As the Block Island Hi-Speed ferry pulls into port: A familiar voice whispers in my ear -- "Eat dinner at Ballard's. Eat dinner at Ballard's. Do you want to be able to afford this trip? Do you want to go home with some money in your pocket???") The purpose of this blog post today here on sunny, sunny Block Island? (the Block Island I know and love.) If you love your job, it doesn't feel like work. Which explains the fact, here I am, a poor girl with a big appetite (I'd like to say that "I have an appetite for life"); staying here among the posies, here at the rosy, Rose Farm Inn. Sitting on the floor of my room at the Farm House, which has a lovely view, overlooking the Manisses Farm, rolling hills, the rooftops in town and Crescent Beach, all the way to the Manisses Bluffs, first seen as you approach Block Island on the High Speed Ferry. I recently read an article in the weekly "Women's World" magazine, about a young woman who became very unhappy, always HUNGRY, in fact, over-eating, because -- she hated her job. She attended law school and spent a lot of money for her education. Only to find herself very unhappy and unhealthy in her career. Along the way, she tried "hypnotherapy," eventually becoming a certified hypnotherapist herself, helping other people, which in turn made her very, very happy and healthy once again. (Remember???...I really do mean what I say...when I say...that I would consider my return to perfect health payment enough!!!...* * * :) ...Denise...Denise Dances...2009.


RENASCENCE -- I ceased; and through the breathless hush That answered me, the far-off rush/ Of herald wings came whispering Like music down the vibrant sring/ Of my ascending prayer, and -- crash! Before the wild wind's whistling lash/ The startled storm-clouds reared on high And plunged in terror down the sky!/And the big rain in one black wave Fell from the sky and struck my grave./ I know not how such things can be; I only know there came to me/ A fragrance such as never clings To aught save happy living things;/ A sound as of some joyous elf Singing sweet songs to please himself,/ And, through and over everything, A sense of glad awakening./ The grass, a-tiptoe at my ear, Whispering to me I could hear;/ I felt the rain's cool finger-tips Brushed tenderly across my lips,/ Laid gently on my sealed sight, And all at once the heavy night/ Fell from my eyes and I could see!-- A drenched and dripping apple-tree,/ A last long line of silver rain, A sky grown clear and blue again./ And as I looked a quickening gust Of wind blew up to me and thrust/Into my face a miracle Of orchard-breath, and with the smell,--/I know not how such things can be!-- I breathed my soul back into me./ (Denise...St. Vincent Millay!)...* * * :)...VOCABULARY: (Once a teacher, always a teacher!) (3) reincarnation: n. b: rebirth in new bodies or forms of life, esp: a rebirth of a soul in a new human body 2: a fresh embodiment. (2) incarnation: n. 2a (1): the embodiment of a deity or spirit in some earthly form 3: time passed in a particular bodily form or state. (1) incarnate: adj. [ME incarnat, fr. LL incarnatus, pp of incarnare, to incarnate, fr. L. in + carn - caro - flesh -- more at CARNAL) 1: invested with bodily and esp: human nature and form.

Pt II: BI Art Fest

Hi! Continuing, with "The 16th Annual Block Island Arts & Crafts Festival:"...Onward. Lunch at Old Harbor Take-Out, "special burger" with all the fixins -- lots of vegs, plus bacon!...fortified for the bike ride to Narragansett Inn at New Harbor, I left, nervously biking amidst the late summer traffic, pedestrian and vehicles, throngs of it in town. And decided the shoulder seasons are best for me: Late June and early September. My new plan is to come back next year in June and do the outdoor sketching I've longed to do. Last June, I arrived in the pelting rain. Fog and humidity took its place. The rugosa roses along Corn Neck Road were in full bloom back then, rows and rows of magenta blooms, undulating in waves. This trip out has been solely about "social networking." The gears, as I switched them, didn't feel right. Clicking, ticking. Off. Too loose. I decided to stop at Beach Rose Bicycles behind the Rose Farm Inn for an adjustment. The day turned overcast, but I liked it. Cool and breezy. All in keeping with the mood of the old Narragansett Inn, large -- looming -- and stark white on the hillside as it overlooks the boat basin. Haunted! (I was here with Paula in July 2005. We sat on the deck on a lazy afternoon. She saw ghosts.) The first artist I talked with was Rebekah Cook, out of Narragansett, RI. She suggested trying to sell my artwork at Christmas bazaars to start. She suggested smaller pieces that sell better. When I asked about prints, she said that people want "originals," "the smaller the better." For more info, go to: I decided to FOCUS on the fine artists at today's festival, not the craftspeople or jewelers or even, the photographers. Focus, focus, focus! Keep going! The next artiste I spoke with was Edith Hunsberger, out of Shutesbury, MA. I admired her paintings of animals as they have a textured, cuddly appeal. She attended Smith College in Rhode Island for art education, worked as an art teacher for many years, and as a self-proclaimed "bureaucratic worker" for thirty years. Now she is retired and has chosen to be a freelance artist. For more info, go to: The next artist I spoke with was Mike Bryce, out of Rhode Island. His bright, almost florescent paintings of familiar structures and landscapes of Block Island were oil mixed with acrylic. Acrylic dries fast; oil does not. I felt he looked like a carpenter, but his art is never-the-less a craft and both require diligence, skill, concentration, focus and quiet -- which means SOLITUDE. For more info, go to: "I'm Janice Causey," a woman approached me on the hilltop outside of the Narragansett as I admired her work. I "recognized" her spirit. She reminded me of Paula. I sensed an old soul, earth mother, loving, gentle. Beloved spirit. She "recognized" me first. What kind of work do you do, she asked. I told her I like to do outdoor sketching in colored pencil, but later, to transform them into oil paintings, working indoors in the winter. She said pencils are stiff; advised me on which supplies to purchase. She wrote them down in my sketchpad and "autographed" it. A graduate of Rhode Island School of Design (RISD)for Illustration, later for art education; (where my sister Kelley went for Interior Design), she is blessed with talent. Overflowing and abundant, her work features watercolor, acrylic, oils -- bright colors -- whimsy -- imagination -- landscapes, seascapes, Block Island. Flowers. Anguilla. Etc. A captivating spirit, she has long, wavy hair, auburn with blond streaks, and a sunburned face. As if she lives out West, NOT in New England. She seemed to be waiting for me, and once she had talked with me, she said to call her on the mainland. She spoke with another festival goer and two of her young friends who assisted her with her booth, then left. I felt I'd met and spoke with the person I was meant to see here today and I strongly felt Paula's spirit in her face, in her entire being, her essence. For more info, go to: I have a list of supplies and there is only one thing left to do. "Get busy! I must carry on! Land ho!"...Denise...Denise Dances...2009.