Today, I’m going to go with dancing.
Dancing is so amazing.
So much of our time is spent outside ourselves: working on paperwork, working on the computer, watching the TV, watching the kids, watching the dogs, doing the chores, taking care of the stuff, escaping into the books/movies/shows.
Dancing is one of the few things that puts us back into our bodies. We become fully away of everything – from the tips of our hair to the bottom of our toes. Well, ideally we become aware of everything. At least, we think we are. Sometimes we have bad habits that we envision look one way when they look a completely different way. But aside from that, we become one with our body.
Revel in the way muscle slides over bone and under skin.
Enjoying the way our joints bend and how our bodies sway. We may or may not listen to music when we dance… sometimes you don’t need any or sometimes there’s already music in your head.
As human beings, we have a drive to channel music that makes us feel stuff – that’s why we sing in the car with each other and crank up the music. We want to feel it coursing through us and dance is the ultimate form of that. Each movement dictated – no, intimated – by the music. Whispered in the drums, cried out for by the strings, and hung out in beautiful stunning stillness by the drama of the thing.
Yeah, I really love dancing.
And I love watching other people dance, too – watching them get transported to another world where nothing matters – there are no thoughts, concerns, or worries – but only the music to drive them on and as long as they can just keep expressing each little belabored nuance and activity, things will be alright. Their hearts won’t break. They will glow from within. They will have reached the utmost. They will have re-embraced their body as part of themselves – and as a good part, too, not a part to be dealt with, put up with, or otherwise neglected, but a thing of elegance, beauty, and emotion that can channel the magic of music.
