Dancing to my own Tune

I love dancing. I love the way it makes my feet sing and my spirit soar. Do you ever feel that way? It’s a beautiful thing, yes? Yes. And the right kind of music has a way of showing us the state of our spirit which has (in the long term) more salubrious connotations for us than we might have originally thought.

Dancing unknots in me the tangled emotions that one simply pushes beneath the surface and mistakenly believe will iron themselves out over time because out of sight is out of mind! Sound familiar?

Well, it’s a misbelief but then you knew that didn’t you and what astonishes me most is how persistently we shove those things under the rug ignoring the day by day build-up that occurs until the eye-sore can no longer be ignored and it’s turned from a molehill into a mountain. Any explanation would have to be an escape clause right? Well close!

I love that dancing takes me out of myself, takes me to another place as they say but mostly I love that despite having an okay voice, dancing makes my feet sing well enough to feel like I’ve just given a world class performance of Puccini’s “O Mio Cara Bambino” and I have the sound of cheers for more ringing in my ears. Oh the fantasy of it all, but here’s the thing, my feet still sing!