last night i went out and danced. it was a hot sweaty summer soiree with a room full of wildly grooving humans. a brilliant dj created a masterful soundscape which compelled me to dance with mental abandon for hours.
musical movement is an excellent thing for me when i have a head full of confusion...
dancing allows me to let go.
and friends, sometimes i really need to let go.
dance is a sweet, sacred relief from all the thinking that goes on in the cranium of this innkeeper...
it feels deeply important to express feelings without needing to use words. there are some feelings for which there are no words, and dancing allows me to have a wordless soul session with my deep self.
also, connecting with other people in dance is profoundly healing...
when i am dancing, archetypes of characters in my life story float around and engage with me. i find this is difficult to explain, but the theater girl in me can best say it with will's words: all the world's a stage. the players dance about for me and help me untangle the oft perplexing snarls which intellect cannot tame.
laughter, sadness, mischief, confusion, heartbreak, joy, longing, anger, desire, loneliness, creativity, and grace can all be poured out onto the dance floor. it is a swirl of human experience, and within it we are each alone and yet totally together.
tell me, friends: have you danced lately? what does dancing do for you?