...quiet, about a lot of things...
Monday, December 17, 2007
Dance with Me
One two three,
trip two three.
On my train,
and two three
Now, big finish:
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