Ecstatic Dancing

Ecstatic Dancing

I am crashed out on the sofa after 8 hours of dancing. Everything hurts. My legs, already very strong, just went even deeper. I love this. I love having leg muscles omg. I grew up on a hill and so had really amazing leg muscles. But they don’t compare to the muscles I have from dancing. And so my wish is to dance more. To find time for it every day. To allow it to help me through the realities of life and tech life and the emotions that we all must face. There is nothing I love more to do than to dance. There is nothing to love more to do than to feel so alive. And after 8 hours today. Yes I am feeling every emotion in the world. But isn’t that normal? Isn’t that the practice? I am dancing with a teacher I last danced with 6 years ago in Liverpool. My last words to him

“I hope we dance together again one day.” And his? “I hope so too.”
A mural of the sea and wind farms
A mural in Rottingdean 
Wherever I look, I can only see the wind farms

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