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

Saturday, January 8, 2011

Goin Solo Comes Around


I'm feeling like a star; you can't stop my shine
I'm lovin' could nine, my head's in the sky!

Hey, not again: oh, this ain't supposed to happen to me...
I never thought I'd be in love like this
When I look at you, my mind goes on  trip
And you came in...and knocked me on my face
Feels like I'm in a race
But I already won first place...

Yeah, I'm feelin' good tonight
Finally doing me and it feels so right, oh
Time to do the things I like
Going to the club, everything's alright, oh!

I never thought I'd fall for you as hard as I did
As hard as I did, yeah
You got me thinkin' about our life, house and kids -not, yeah!
Every morning I look at you and smile
Cause boy, you came around and you knocked me down...knocked me down!

No one to answer to!
No one that's gonna argue, no!
And since I got that hold off me
I'm livin' life now that I'm free, yeah!

Told me get my sh*t together
Now I got my sh*t together, yeah!
Now I made it through the weather
Better days are gonna get better!

Sometimes love comes around
(Love comes around)
I'm so sorry that it didn't work out
I'm movin' on
I'm so sorry but it's over now
The pain is gone.
And it knocks you down
Just get back up
When it knocks you down
(Knocks you down).

I'm puttin' on my shades to cover up my eyes
I'm jumpin' in my ride, I'm headin' out tonight!
I'm solo, I'm ridin' solo!
I'm ridin' solo, I'm ridin' solo, solo!

I'm feelin' like a star, you can't stop my shine - !
Sometimes love comes around
(Love comes around)
And it knocks you down
Just get back up
When it knocks you down
(Knocks you down).
I'm lovin cloud nine, my head's in the sky -!
Sometimes love comes around - !
I'm ridin' solo, I'm ridin' solo!
I'm ridin' solo, I'm ridin' solo!
I'm ridin' solo, I'm ridin' solo, solo!

Now I'm feelin' how I should
Never knew single could feel this good, oh!
Stop playin' misunderstood
Back in teh game, who knew I would, oh!

So flat, I'mma spread my winds
Loving myself makes me wanna sing
Oh, oh yeah!
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!

Told me get my sh*t together,
Now I got my sh* together - !

Sometimes love comes around
(Love comes around)
And it knocks you down
Just get back up
When it knocks you down!
(Knocks you down.)
Sometimes love comes around...

Now I got my sh*t together, yeah!
Now I made it through the weather!
Better days are gonna get better!

(Love comes around)
And it knocks you down.
Just get back up
When it knocks you down.

I'm sorry that it didn't work out!
I'm movinin' on!
I'm sorry - !

Knocks you down.

I'm feelin' like a star!
You can't stop my shine!
I'm lovin' cloud nine!
My head's in the sky!
I'm ridin' ssss - !
So I gotta put the good with the bad...
Happy and the sad.
So I'll bring a better future than I had in the past.
Oh, cause I don't wanna make the same mistakes I did.
I don't wanna fall back on my face a-gain!
Whoaa, whoaaa!
Ridin' solo, solo, I'm ridin' solo!
Solo! Solo! Solo! Solo!
It's like SOLO!
I'm livining my life; ain't got stress no more - !
I'll admit it; I was scared to answer love's call!
Whoa, whoaaa!
And if it hits, better make it worth the fall!
 (When it comes aound...)
I'm puttin on my shades to cover up my eyes.
Knocks you down.

Thursday, January 6, 2011

Mo' at the Flo!

Artists who came to Connecticut in significant numbers at the turn of the 20th century found a landscape that was intimate, rural and soothing, at a time when America was becoming urban, industrial, and the aftermath of the Civil War when an intense longing for order and stability led artists to favor quiet peaceful views over awesome wilderness vistas. Connecticut became for the first time, a significant place for the making of the nation's landscape art. Located where the Connecticut River flows into Long Island Sound, Old Lyme was ripe for discovery by artists, "a landscape steeped in history and nostalgia."

Florence Griswold Museum Galleries and House
96 Lyme Street,
Exit 70, I-95.
Open Tues-Sat, 10-5. Sundays, 1-5. $9, $8, $7 and FREE for children under 12.
For more info, go to:
or call: 860-434-5542.


"Magic of Christmas: Beaded Knitting:"

Intricately beaded bags,
their multicolored landscapes, flowers and geometric shapes
were first painstakingly sketched on paper.
They were given as esteemed tokens to sweethearts,
since men as well as women carried them.
Tombstones, weeping willows, urns and creped figures
were worked into "mourning bags"
to memorialize departed loved ones.

"The Social History of American Knitting"
by Ann L. MacDonald

Twelve knitters spent 600 hours, using 3060 yards of gold and silver metallic yarn to knit 124,200 stitches while slipping 22,200 black glass beads into place. The Result: 150 beaded ornaments.
WHAT IT TOOK: 11 Designs...12 pairs of scissors...12 needles for bead-threading...12 tapestry needles...12 knitters...24 hands...48 double-pointed knitting needles...600 hours of labor...3060 yards of yarn...22,200 beads...and...124,200 stitches!

1740-1830: Private academies for young girls in the Connecticut River Valley...taught needlework -- including samplers, canvaswork, and silk embroidery. Each piece conveys the talents and aspirations of the schoolgirl, her family, her instructress, and visual portrait artists. Their completed works were displaying in the home as an enticement to potential suitors.
In polite society, their skills were highly valued as evidence of their knowledge of religion and literature, and appreciation for art and music, as well.
Although women's educaation has been thought of as limited during this period in time, these embroideries suggest otherwise.

The use of motifs (recurring patterns) -- as in the cherry trees and leaves -- are paired with an "unrestrained freedom of design" in the works by Mary Lockwood, circa 1745, part of a group of five 18th century works from Fairfield, Connecticut. "Although mary Lockwood's design sense sets her apart, her precise identity remains unknown, as there were several other Mary Lockwoods born in Fairfield County in the 18th Century. Needlepoint on canvas was popular in Norwich, CT, using wool and silk on canvas, many featuring "courting scenes set in bucolic landscapes dotted with flowers and placid animals."
1745-1784: "ALETHEA STILES, 1762." This work of art features a "Reclining Shepherdess" from Woodstock, CT. "Why mayn't I go to college, too?"
Sources for their subjects included The Bible, poetry, Shakespeare's plays, history, and other plays and novels. Trade connected communities in Connecticut with Boston, England and The Continent.
A Common Theme: "Freedom and the Pursuit of Liberty."
We all deserve the same.

Denise Hickey
New London, CT

Wednesday, January 5, 2011

Just Another Day at the Beach?

Wednesday, January 5, 2011...Just Another Day at the Beach? I watched the sun rise this morning, rose orange, outside my bedroom and living room windows filling my home of the past year with a warmth I didn't feel at Westridge Gardens. After a great night's sleep, even in the aftermath of several sirens sounding simultaneously outside my windows, around ten o'clock last night (after watching a rerun of "Glee"). For the first time in ten years, my little Christmas tree didn't fall, no, not even once.  Wow, I guess I really am on stable ground, although this is hard for me to admit.  Throughout the Christmas seasons of the past ten years before, that small Christmas tree toppled over on my wall to wall carpet at least twenty times.

Outside of Dunkin Donuts on Ocean Avenue, a man asked me for change (a first for me in New London, although it occurred several times a day in New York). Down the street, a police cruiser parked at the Park. At the beach, ocean waves splashed along the shore at "Small Beach," as I like to call it, over by "My Spot" near the mini golf course, where the Thames River meets Long Island Sound. Today, I sat down on the bench (partial shade), facing those ocean waves. July at Christmas time? The sun was bright, the air was fresh with the hope of a new year as I sipped hot coffee while chewing on a blueberry muffin, and talking to the waves.

A stroll along the mini golf course brought back the innocence and safety of childhood.  From the bag of dry cat food I clutched, I poured a portion just beneath the boardwalk for the stray cats who are year round permanent residents of Ocean Beach. 

As much as I wanted to deliver the goods to the other end of the boardwalk, I felt slightly agitated and recognized the symtoms of low blood sugar once again. Lunch break. Roast beef sandwich "en mi caro." As I ate, a green car entered the parking lot, parking just behind me. I wisely started my car and moved to another space, facing him as I ate. When I opted for another walk, he drove away, out of the Ocean Beach parking lot. Venturing up the boardwalk, I spied a silver station wagon exiting the area along Alewife Cove, over by "OASIS," otherwise known as the Observation Platform at the end of the Nature Walk. As I gingerly poured some dry cat food beneath the boardwalk for the minx kitty who lives there, several seagulls spied me. What I didn't count on was a familiar face from my past: the old bully who moved in across the hall from me, my last year at Westridge. A small voice inside me had warned to take the steps up the boardwalk and walk around the circle, facing the "stranger" head on. Walking rather quickly ahead of him, I had only one goal: To evade his grasp. However, as I neared Center Boardwalk, another objective became clear. Slowly, I walked toward the "Eye in the Sky," just above the Food Court, over the deck of the Sandbar Cafe. I walked closer and waved my hand high in the sky. I laughed all the way back to my car. I'd managed to piss off one of those residents once again. What am I? An adrenalin junkie? As dangerous as it was at the time, I loved to piss off those old patouties at W.G.! Here at Williams Park Apartments, however, I have only one goal: TO STAY SAFE!!!...* * * :)
P.S. My intercom at the front lobby is up and running. Do stop by for coffee when you are in The New Neighborhood, by-and-by for a piece of the sky.) There is only one thing left to do. Get busy! I must carry on! Land ho!
(Denise...Denise Dances...2011) HAPPY NEW YEAR!

Tuesday, January 4, 2011

Alaska ferry

ALASKA FERRY rides out storm in remote bay ANCHORAGE, ALASKA --  AP  A state ferry carrying 40 people has arrived in a small Alaska town after anchoring overnight in a remote bay to ride out a storm that hit Prince William Sound.  Department of Transporation spokesman Roger Wetherell said the Chenega, one of the Alaska Marine Highway System's fast ferries, moored in Cordova around midday Saturday. The vessel left Whittier on Friday afternoon for the three-hour, 15-minute return trip to Cordova, but ran into 10-foot waves and winds of 45 to 50  mph.  The crew decided to take shelter in the protected bay. Wetherell said the vessel is essentially a day boat. The Chenega has no staterooms, so passengers had to spend the night in seats or on the deck.

Thames River Greenery

IT'S SOUP TIME at the Thames River Greenery!

All Homemade! Available Every Day!

Plus a Featured Favorite! Monday through Friday

New Beanery Breakfast

Beanery Lunch-O-Nomic's

Soup & Sandwich Specials


Wednesday Jazz Day
Shows start again at the end of January
Last Month's Featured Perfomers?
Who else? But...THE CONN MEN!!!...* * * :)

The Color of Greed

The color of greed is red. Rich, full-blooded American. Blue blood. Blue haired music. Bob Dylan. The color of greed is red. Nice guy. Owned the corner packy. Let everybody in. Red blood soaks the sidewalk. Life savings draining out of his limp body. Drug money. The Corner Store. Outside my window. Next door neighbors talking. Stalking. I called the cops. (October 2007)

Denise Hickey
formerly of Westridge Gardens
Williams Park Apts
New London, CT

New Year's Eve 12/31/10

For the past three years, on New Year's Eve, I have enjoyed a quiet evening HOME ALONE, watching the New York Philharmonic Orchestra, LIVE FROM LINCOLN CENTER! The evening's entertainment on PBS TV included Tchaikovsky's Piano Concerto No. 1 with Pianist Lang-Lang (translated: "Brilliant" and "Open Mind.")  I found this piece to be lively, riveting and complex, with the intensity of this piano soloist virtuoso called Lang-Lang. Conducted by Alan Gilbert, the Second Act of The Nutcracker was also performed. Tchaikovsky became depressed when he composed The Nutcracker (1891-1892), convinced that nothing good would come of it. He died a year later, but The Nutcracker ballet suite lives on to this very day, echoing across time.

Go with the Flo! II

FLORENCE GRISWOLD MUSEUM, "The Magic of Christmas: A Festive Holiday Celebration" through January 9; and "With Needle and Brush," the work of the Connecticut Embroiderers. Old Lyme, CT. Tuesdays-Saturdays, 10-5pm and Sundays, 1-5pm. $9.00 for most adults. For more info, go to:
I plan to make this sojourn -- TOMORROW! (Wednesday, January 5th. And plead the Fifth as well!)

"Ten Years Before"

Ten years before, Jason would have found the conversation mundane. Now he sat content, sipping his coffee and listening. Maybe this was what had been missing from the novel he'd trying to write for so long. He'd been around the world, but everything had been so fast paced, so urgent. There had been times when his life as well as his story had been on the line. You didn't think about it when it was happening. You couldn't. But now, sitting in the warm diner with the scent of coffee and frying bacon, he could look back.

He'd taken assignments, a great many of them dangerous, because he hadn't given a damn. He'd already lost the part of himself he'd valued. It was true that over the years, he'd built something back, inch by gritty inch, but he'd never found the whole - because he'd left it here, where he'd grown up. Now he just had to figure out what the hell to do with it."

(FROM "Home for Christmas," Copyright 1986; THE GIFT, Copyright 2004. Silhouette Books, New York, NY)

("I wouldn't let a bunch of old people interfere with your life." M, Westridge Gardens, Summer 2009)...
What is the purpose of all those goshdarn cameras, anyway???...* * * :)

Denise Hickey
Adults with Disabilites; Fair Housing Act
New London, CT
January 4, 2011
"The more things change, the more they remain the same."

"Home for Christmas"

"She's asleep, Faith, with some green ball of hair she called Bernardo."

Determined to relax, Faith sat down again. "Yes, that's her favorite. Clara isn't much on ordinary dolls."

"Not like her mother?" Interested, he began to prowl the workroom. "I always thought when a toy broke or wore out, it got tossed away." 

"Too often. I've always thought that showed a tremendous lack of appreciation for something that's given you pleasure."

He picked up a soft plastic head, bald and smooth, that grinned at him. "Maybe you're right, but I don't see what can be done about that pile of rags in your hand."

"Quite a lot."

"Still believe in magic, Faith?"

She glanced up and for the first time, her smile was completely open, her eyes warm. "Yes, of course  do. Especially at Christmas time."

(FROM "Home for Christmas," Copyright 1986; THE GIFT by Nora Roberts, Copyright 2004. Harlequin Books S.A. and Silhouette Books, New York, NY -- For more, check out the books at the Groton Public Library.)

Denise Hickey
Williams Park Apts
New London, CT
Christmas 2010

Sneak Preview!

Check out the otters at Monterey Bay Aquarium in San Francisco, CA.  Go to:

This is a sneak preview of things to come; my new creative project.  But I'm not telling you yet!!!...* * * :)

Where did I get this site? For more info, go to:
for some hot, racy novel reading!

Home on the Range

32 Hits on New Year's Eve-Eve. Thanx, Everyone!  HOME ON THE RANGE: History of Groton, CT -- The towns of Groton and New London were once part of "Pequot Plantation." In 1656, the settlers crossed the Thames River and brought their cattle to the east side of the river, which is now "Groton." Groton was made a separate town in 1705, named after John Winthrop's old manor farm in Suffolk, England. The settlers created farms on the Poquonnock plains; in Mystic; and in Center Groton.  Oxen once plowed the fields where the farmers planted their crops. IF YOU GO: You can see a glimpse of history today. Take Exit 88 off of I-95. Follow Route 117 to Fort Hill Road (Route 1). Across from the Groton Town Hall is 70 Fort Hill Road, home of the Burrows Family Farm. For more info, go to: