I've always loved to dance. When listening to music I actually often visualize a dance troupe performing to the song in my head. Sometimes the urge to bust a move is so strong I can barely contain it. In a public place I often settle for some aggressive foot tapping and head nodding instead.
Today I had a day where I really really felt like dancing. And on the walk home from the train station on the darkened streets tonight I let myself go and danced all my way home. To this song:
"In many shamanic societies, if you came to a medicine person complaining of being disheartened, dispirited, or depressed, they would ask one of four questions: When did you stop dancing? When did you stop singing? When did you stop being enchanted by stories? When did you stop finding comfort in the sweet territory of silence?" Gabrielle Roth
Next time I have the urge to dance while walking down the street I think I'm just going to do it. And I won't care who's watching.
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