Florence, Feelings & Freedom

Florence by Prudence Upton


 *Image credit to the fabulous Prudence Upton, moment captured at the Sydney Opera House *


Standing barefoot, on the grass, under the stars as the divine Florence Welch spins words into melodies, my feet start to move. They feel free, uninhibited and alive.


Like Flo herself. This woman, this magical, ethereal woman.


The perfectly imperfect display of embodiment, Florence performs with all that she has, there is never a doubt she is fully there and fully present in her body.


Unlike the majority of the crowd. Capturing a moment in time, not with their hearts, but with their devices, I know I for one in the beginning, was guilty. Why is it that we insist on keeping a screen between us and the real world? Why do so many of us have trouble being truly in the moment, embodying all that is happening around us (and within us).


I am a sucker for ‘should’, I should be this, I should be that, I should be thinner, I should be perfect. All stories created somewhere in my past. So I stop myself from just being, I am often paralysed by fear and I don’t even realise it. Is that is what is happening here?


Or is part of the reason that two out of three people aren’t actually watching this goddess rock the stage, twisting and twirling or twisting and twirling themselves, because God forbid it might make the footage shaky?


Are we so afraid of missing capturing a moment that we miss the moment itself?


I spent the first part of my evening with Florence, conscious of those around me, what are they thinking, what will they think of me when I start to move? (The answer to this by the way is NOTHING, they couldn’t care less about my dancing, because they too are likely caught up in their own story!)


And then it hit me. Who bloody cares?


I am here to have fun, I am here to experience Florence in all her live performance glory and I am here to dance, so who am I not too?


I kicked off my shoes. I was connected to the earth (and my feet stopped aching! Win, win) and I just let my body move, the grass beneath my tired feet and the slither of the moon above me, I was finally connected to myself. I dropped my mind and let the music and Florence take over. It felt so damn good.

If you can get yourself to a Florence and the Machine gig I suggest you do it pronto!




When was the last time you dropped all of your stories and truly connected? And how can you do that, even for just one moment today. I would love to hear from you in the comments below.


Much love, em x

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    December 1, 2015 at 2:53 pm

    SO very true. I hate seeing others watching a great show through the camera phone lens. But I am guilty of it too! It is tempting to try to capture the moment. Maybe we are all a little too greedy about our stolen moments and try to keep them with the capture. 🙂

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    June 23, 2016 at 10:27 am

    So true. Love this!!!

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