I'm learning the dances of my life through learning to teach Zumba.
Salsa for the Mexican blood that runs in my veins.
Samba for reclaiming a piece of the culture of Brazil where I grew up that was kept from me.
I'm learning the dances of my life because I had too much of "God doesn't want you to move your body that way" and not enough of "your body is good, and made to move."
I'm learning the dances of my life because my whole life has been a dance all along, and I've finally awakened to the joy.
When my children were very young I read Gertrud Mueller Nelson’s To Dance With God: Family Ritual and Community Celebration. The little girl and her wads of tape and fabric has travelled with me ever since. Four decades on she reminds me to dance so God will come down and dance with us.
Watching the falling leaves
dance with the wind
is a reminder - the clouds
also dance across the sky,
and dolphins dance
across the water - all of
Creation dances!
.
When we let go of pride
and allow our bodies
to dance, expression
becomes joy and what
falls away is every bit
of built-up tension
carrying the weight of the world.
no longer afraid
of putting a foot wrong, no:
life is a free dance
It can be communal
It can be solo
It can be formal
It can be free
It can be ecstatic
It can be impulsive
It can be dramatic
It can be contained
It can be soft
It can be strong
It can be silly
It can be serious
It can be sweet
It can be sexy
It can be sorrowful
It can be yours
I danced the day I met you,
and have been dancing ever since.
Sometimes to the song in my head,
sometimes to the contradance tunes.
We danced with one baby strapped to me
and the other riding high on your back.
The swirling sounds, the graceful tunes.
The high energy bands shooting their energy
out towards the dancers.
Dip and sway, balance and swing.
Left hand star to a hey for four.
Dancers weaving through
a figure eight pattern.
“Peel the banana,” the caller shouts.
and then into contra corners.
Skirts twirling a blur of color
as the dancers continue their intricate patterns.
There is freedom in the dance.
A momentary step away from the worries
and care of parenting.
Dancing our way to the end of time.
I'm learning the dances of my life through learning to teach Zumba.
Salsa for the Mexican blood that runs in my veins.
Samba for reclaiming a piece of the culture of Brazil where I grew up that was kept from me.
I'm learning the dances of my life because I had too much of "God doesn't want you to move your body that way" and not enough of "your body is good, and made to move."
I'm learning the dances of my life because my whole life has been a dance all along, and I've finally awakened to the joy.
Love this so much!
Lissen here, dumbass.
Woodcocks mate with a sky dance.
Shut up and call her.
Humorous haiku.
Brilliant 😂😂😂
Defiant denial of my
Anguish and
Negativity,
Centering
EXUBERANCE!!!
Dance
‘I’m making a parade
so God will come down
and
dance with me.’
A stick
Wads and wads
of scotch tape
mom’s fabric scraps
A story read
ages ago
A little girl
her mom
And a dance
Dance
And God will come
Dance
like Miriam
with abandon
Dance
when no one is looking
when the whole world is watching
Dance
because you can
When my children were very young I read Gertrud Mueller Nelson’s To Dance With God: Family Ritual and Community Celebration. The little girl and her wads of tape and fabric has travelled with me ever since. Four decades on she reminds me to dance so God will come down and dance with us.
Oh! the release of the reel
The fiddles, the pipes which race the pulse
Two lines are formed facing
You honour your partner facing you
And then it begins…..
It starts controlled:
Skip towards each other
Yell a greeting, then skip back
Offer your partner your hand
And gallop around a circle
Rush back to the line
As soon as you get there
You return to do a do-se-do
Then you swing your partner
Faster and faster, it’s fun
The musicians pick up the beat
The dancers whoop with delight
Processing with their partners to
Cram under the arch formed by the first couple
Ready to start the whole madness yet again.
Faster, this time, less controlled
More fun, gloriously moving
With music, dance and everyone.
I can feel the fun!!!
My dance partners are teaching, see them respond to Subtleties of Universe,
Sway, flutter, bend, wave
Moving wildly as only wild can be…
Some days so still I
wonder if they lost their gusto
in their present steadiness;
Other days they are frenzied I
fear for their grounded protection;
Most days they instruct me in
ancient graces of clearing
and sharing the dance floor;
We twine with Earth energies in the great wisdom that
what is brittle always breaks.
I used to be too scared
to let loose and
have some fun on the dance floor.
Too inhibited,
Too worried about
what others would think
of me.
Too unsure of myself.
The greatest change of my life
has been learning
that I can dance
any old way I choose.
I may look funny
I might be a little (or a lot)
offbeat.
But it sure is fun
to let loose and
DANCE
I thought I hated so many songs
until you played past my defenses,
until I really listened,
and now I dance to them
and think of you.
Dance
In the midst of pain
Quiet, focus, un, dos, tres
Did dancing save me?
my heart starts
beating the rhythm
before my head
hears the music
my body needs
convincing these days
not because
I don't like to dance
but my sadness and anger
over the state of the world
seems to trigger me
to fight mode
but my soul
won't take that
as a final answer
it summons me
from deep with
reminding me
who I AM (is)
hesed
is a dance
meant to be shared
with me
with others
even with those
I don't like
the moral arc of the universe
bends toward justice
but the essence of the universe
is a dancer
so
dance
not in defiance
but in celebration
bring others along
this party is open
the bad people won't win
and they probably don't dance
so come and join us
dance
my earliest memory is my mom
swaying back and forth with me
to Pink Floyd, Loggins and Messina,
Joan.
moving together doing dishes,
weeding,
laundry.
in the car we would hand dance in the wind
hands out the window
laughing
making up movements.
Singing along.
now four generations
dance loudly
in my kitchen
while doing dishes.
we move together listening to
Florence, Taylor, Noah,
and each new song that
reminds us
who we are:
creatures with stardust and light
in our bones
our blood, our hearts,
our hips, our toes, our hands
our lungs,
connected by beats and sounds
knowing none of us can do the dance wrong.
Pink Floyd….
Rock on, mum!!!
Dance
That night in a disco
in Tel Aviv
Unconfident me
sitting at the side of the dance floor
remembering high school dances.
Suddenly
A handsome Israeli dancer
pulled me to my feet
and in the sure hold of his arms
I danced.
Til we were the only ones on the dance floor.
And I was flying. Turning. Dancing steps
I did not know.
Being lifted to heights
I have never fallen from.