Dance. It’s one of those things in life that seeps into your soul in ways unexpected. Not unlike music. When you listen to music or watch a dancer, you see a different side of life, a beauty unparalleled in the never-ending to-do lists and piles of laundry. It’s an ethereal experience, even a holy one at times. At least that’s what dance is for me.
Whether I’m watching or dancing, I feel a giddy sense of how life should really be lived… all in, wholehearted, full of emotion, passion and movement. There was a time in my life when dance was such an intrinsic part of me that I could never imagine not dancing. But decades later, that is the reality of my everyday life. I no longer identify myself as a dancer, but somewhere my spirit knows that it once flew on the wings of a dancers feet and my heart knows the love of movement that only a dancer can understand… the freedom, the joy, the unbridled attention to the connection between heart, mind, body and soul. Those are moments of freedom, joy and bliss.
What brings that feeling of freedom, joy and bliss to you?
When do you experience that connection to your heart, mind, body and soul?
Do you remember?
I remember practicing for our performance at the 49ers 50-yard line for a big game. We were so nervous and excited. Arcell filmed us with an old video camera so we could see how well we did and what we needed to change before the big day. Another long forgotten memory that came to the surface as I watched his performance was a day we took everything out of Michelle’s closet and pretended to be models. We tried clothes on, walked down the hall to the living room and posed for the camera. We were top models before “Top Model” was ever created… or at least we tried. I’m pretty sure I have the VHS of that somewhere under lock and key.
What memories do you have that bring you laughter and tears at the same time?
