I have always wished I was a dancer. Is that not so funny? Due to my inability to follow choreography I quit my beginning jazz class in 6th grade. Too bad my career never took off.
Still, improvised dancin’ with my buds or in my room with my iPod shuffle (I am not kidding) is one of my favorite things. There are few things are liberating as dancing. You can just go wild. You remember…Oh, I can move like this! Sometimes when I am in a weird, self-introspective mood I remember that I can just dance. Take a cue from Lady Gag’s, “just dance, it will be okay…doo doo dah dah..”. At camp when I felt so weird, dry and weak inside my joy would be restored when I started moving my body, giving thanks and remembering I am joyful deep inside. It’s funny how our bodies are so connected to our minds. I always have a reason to be rejoicing and sometimes when I just move—by running or dancing my mind actually catches up. “I am alive”, I remember.
The thief comes only in order to steal and kill and destroy. I came that they may have and enjoy life, and have it in abundance (to the full, till it overflows).
My friend Grace, an amazing dancer