The American Dance Festival was holding classes and workshops at Duke when we were there in July. Young, thin, talented - things I am not, or never have been. I love dance, but I have all of the grace of a camel trying to stand on a waterbed. Not a pretty sight, but a joy. I like to watch, but I love to move.
Are we our bodies, or are merely temporary occupants in a body? Deep questions - no clear answer. But while we are here, we might as well dance. Find your rhythm, move in ways that feel good to you. Dance to your drummer. Don't worry about what it looks like, only how it feels to move in the world.
When was the last time you danced?
I danced my ads off last Saturday night!
ReplyDeletedaily, dear, daily!
ReplyDeleteLast year at our friends' house. He was teaching us Flamenca. Way too long ago!
ReplyDeleteHigh school prom, 1968, and only the slow songs. I can tap my foot, but that is about the extent of my rhythm, and then only my right foot. My left foot is pretty dead due to neuropathy. I love to watch others dance, though, especially to the "oldies."
ReplyDeleteI dance everyday because music is on in my house constantly. I taught my granddaughters to tap dance a little. I have no sense of rhythm in public but I can bring down the house in private. After that last granny twerking incident, I'm sticking with stuff that doesn't need dropping while it's hot.
ReplyDeleteI'd pay good money to see you twerk a handsome man! :)
DeleteYeah, Carebear. You'd need the money to pay whatever my insurance doesn't cover in medical bills! Not to mention yours for busting a gut laughing!
Deletehey, if he's a hawt hairy one, I'll twerk witcha!
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