July 15, 2005
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I’m not sure how it finally happened but I started dancing again. I took a friend to a beginning belly-dance class and this morning I woke up feeling ten years younger. It helped that I was wearing a tank top my daughter talked me into buying. Blue sky with a nice breeze and round and round I went at the ball park while my dog chased those birds that glint silver as they turn on a dime. Nothing but a little bit of rubber between the freshly-mowed grass and my toes which skimmed over the tops of daisies, still damp. The bird and I soured along in the sun.
© 2005 pd Brown
Comments (12)
Happiness just pours from these words. I think thats where you belong, dancing.
sounds beautiful!
love it when you dance, Pru ~ dance, and don’t stop, okay? nimble those feet and shake those hips and soar with the sun… xo
How wonderful! I hope you keep dancing. And as always, thanks for visiting my site and leaving friendly words.
Thanks for sharing these choice moments of joy. Cheers.
Whenever you talk about dancing, you sound so happy that I feel envy for your ability to dance and to enjoy it.
Moments like those bring something back out of memory for all of us…
My mind seems more open just having heard you say that you’ve started dancing again. I guess the energy’s infectious (and something I’m eager to catch). … What the hell are you doing up at this hour, though? I understand the different time zone thing, but I’m rather egocentric tonight
Love you, even though I don’t know you in person.
spontaneous dancing… how glorious! and out in nature. even better. I don’t usually have the nerve to dance outdoors. I bet it felt wonderful… good for u
Congratulations. I’ve been hoping that this would happen for you.
Alright! Keep them hips moving, now…
poetic… I was there with you, well described.