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And about forty years ago, believe it or not, I actually took belly dancing lessons. It was a lot of fun, but it was more of an exercise class than a genuine dance class. The instructor lured some of us into continuing with her "advanced" class by promising we'd make costumes and perform at a local nursing home. We did neither, which, in retrospect is probably a good thing. Not the costumes part. The part that would've had a handful of silly housewives jiggling and wiggling in front of a bunch of captive seniors.
In more than fifty years of marriage, Smarticus and I have done a lot of dancing. We even belonged to a club for a few years that gave us lots of opportunities to dance. But it's been a while. I still sway and clap or snap my fingers to the background music that's playing while we shoot pool, but I suppose my days of getting out on a dance floor may be near an end. (Maybe at one of our grandchildren's weddings...?)
But wouldn't it be nice... I mean, really really nice... if we could all dance with the reckless abandon of a child? To simply bubble over with the infectious feel of the music and the explosive joy of moving... without a single shred of self-consciousness? Without the self-doubts that tell us I don't know how.
Why can't we? What's stopping us? I say... nothing is stopping us ... but us. I say forget about that dance like nobody's watching stuff. I say dance like a child. They don't even need music.
Matter of fact, I think I'm gonna go dance around our bedroom.(AFTER I take a couple of Aleve...) Pretend I know what I'm doing. Why the heck not? Nobody will be watching but the cats. And they might even join in. And, hmmm, if I'm not mistaken, I may still have some belly dancing music around here... THAT should be a REAL hoot! I may even scare up one captive senior who might appreciate it...
Talking about dancing with reckless abandon, I'm gonna share a portion of one of my early... way early... blog posts, back when I only had a handful of followers: