I dance. I have loved dance for a very long time. I don’t remember a time when I didn’t. Partly it is about the movement, but it is not all about moving. Partly it is about the music and singing and lyrics, but it is not all about the music. Mostly it is about the way that the song enters me to bring about movement that is an outer expression of joy.
With my health limitations it is hard to dance. It is painful, so I don’t do it much. I am trying to do it more. I would like to do it every day without fail. Most of my dancing consists of ten second standing renditions and sitting dancing. I am working hard on getting healthier, losing more weight, eating right, and exercising as much as possible. I want to dance.
Many years ago I questioned whether dancing was a touchstone to me, something essential to myself and my joy. Thinking about this recently I changed my mind. Yes, dancing is essential to myself and my joy. And it is so much more. Dancing is in my cells, it is in my dna. I am happy for it to dwell there. I am deeply connected to dance. Dancing is me.