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Monday, December 17, 2007
Dance with Me
Michael and I took dancing lessons for three weeks before our wedding. I think we needed three years! Our first dance went something like...
One two three,
trip two three.
On my train,
and two three
Now, big finish:
dip.
Ah well. At least I would play the same song...What A Wonderful World...Louis Armstrong.
I have always loved to dance...doesn't mean I am good at it. I dance with abandon at least once a day. Weird huh...a girl thing I suppose. Sometimes I hula..sometimes I bop..and sometimes I even grind. My dogs look at me like I am having an epileptic seizure. But I bump on.
Dancing makes me feel alive. I just watched a documentary today on Ram Dass...the guy who was a Harvard professor (with Timothy Leary)..and was one of the first professors fired..for experiments with psychedelics.
He later went to India..and became a teacher. Don't worry...there's a point here. The documentary shows a tribe of Krishnas descending on his parents estate. Footage shows them dancing to the very basic, but deep intrinsic sounds of sitars and bells, chanting and moving. I know, had I been more than one or two then..I would have joined them. Dancing is mystical. Dancing is essential.
I did some research on this guy. One of his many books is called The Only Dance There Is.
Life; that is. I couldn't agree more.
Prompt for Sunday Scribblings
One two three,
trip two three.
On my train,
and two three
Now, big finish:
dip.
Ah well. At least I would play the same song...What A Wonderful World...Louis Armstrong.
I have always loved to dance...doesn't mean I am good at it. I dance with abandon at least once a day. Weird huh...a girl thing I suppose. Sometimes I hula..sometimes I bop..and sometimes I even grind. My dogs look at me like I am having an epileptic seizure. But I bump on.
Dancing makes me feel alive. I just watched a documentary today on Ram Dass...the guy who was a Harvard professor (with Timothy Leary)..and was one of the first professors fired..for experiments with psychedelics.
He later went to India..and became a teacher. Don't worry...there's a point here. The documentary shows a tribe of Krishnas descending on his parents estate. Footage shows them dancing to the very basic, but deep intrinsic sounds of sitars and bells, chanting and moving. I know, had I been more than one or two then..I would have joined them. Dancing is mystical. Dancing is essential.
I did some research on this guy. One of his many books is called The Only Dance There Is.
Life; that is. I couldn't agree more.
Prompt for Sunday Scribblings
12 Comments:
Dancing is spiritual. You summed that well here!
Dance of Life
LOL! I've been taking waltz classes for a year, and I'm still counting, though less frequently.
THE WALTZ OF THE FLOWERS
It's so good to see your smile in your cool santa hat. :) Love your wedding song choice and I agree about life. HUGS
Ram Dass is a fascinating person.
He also wrote a book called Be Here Now.
In recent years he had a serious stroke, but it hasn't stopped him.
The film he made about his recovery Fierce Grace is amazing.
Keep Dancing,
Frances
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My husband says the reason he married me is because I don't dance.
I can't remember ever dancing with him. I danced with my sons at their weddings....
Wendy,
I agree, Life is a dance and you don't have to know all the steps to enjoy the foot work. Dance on girl, dance on!
rel
Come on over to my site and shake your groove thing to the Mary J. Blige I've got linked up on my post. It's the BEST song. And she's a fierce woman--one to be proud of.
Dance your way into the new year my friend. have a Great Christmas - see you on the other side in 08!!! ;)
I hope you and yours have a wonderful Christmas. Love the family photo.
Please give my best to your daughter and tell her that the blackness is not all there is.
Oh, yes! Right! Dance on! Lovely post!
I think it is very cool you dance every day. Very cool.
Lovely thoughts all around. And the furry hat is a hit.
Life is all about keeping dancing, isn't it? Great post. Happy holidays, Wendy!
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