It takes tremendous courage to fold up and put away an identity created for us by society and family. First, one must listen and respond to the inner stirrings of our authentic selves. They clamor so quietly, and it takes a listening heart to obey their urgings. Georgann Low listened with love and attention.
Her journey began in Colorado—as daughter, wife and mother. Slowly, she extricated herself from a role she had accepted but outgrown. She allowed her true self to be revealed through yoga, energy work, drawing and painting, and singing and performing jazz. Eventually, she moved to the south of France, where she expressed herself through the tender act of gardening, meditating in the little attic at the top of her house, and becoming acquainted with her rural French neighbors. There, she found her body through dance, her voice through singing and writing, and her heart through love.
She brings the reader with her through the peaks and valleys of separation: the regret and guilt, as well as the hopefulness. Questioning whether she might allow herself to love again, she asks the question, “Could I have someone in my life and still speak to my silent world?” Whether or not she chooses love, she has found herself through dancing alone.
About Georgann Low (Denver, Colorado Author)
In search of creative freedom, Georgann who is a fourth generation Colorado native, packed up after after a divorce, bought a house in France and promptly moved there. A woman alone in a stone farmhouse in the rolling hills of The Massif Central was indeed an object of curiosity and gossip. In the tiny village everyone, it seemed, was either married or widowed and men and women were expected to live within the clearly defined parameters of agrarian life in the late last century.
As she made her fumbling way through trials of language and culture, she became deeply held in the hearts of many who came to know her. Mystically connected to the trees and gardens and the birds of her property she received spiritual renewal from her solitude. She began to teach her neighbors hatha yoga and to gift them with whimsical drawings of the ancient village. At dinner parties given by local chateau owners she found that though she couldn't enter the fast-paced conversations around the table, she could sing to them in their language while cognac was being served. The love affair with France transformed her loneliness into centeredness. She found that true love is the love we discover when we go deep inside ourselves. Dancing alone became a dance of oneness with humanity.
This art book/memoir is filled with reflections on the healing quiet of solitude, finding one's authentic voice as a singer/songwriter and often hilarious stories of Hippie days in Haight Ashbury.