Thursday, May 10, 2007
the life inside
I lied to a professor once. He asked me, regarding the way I moved when walking, if I was a dancer and I, answering from my heart before thinking, said, "Yes."
"I can tell," said he.*
My disclaimer before attending weddings is that I do not dance. Don't even take me to the floor. Stage fright sets in and I begin to swivel into the ground.
But I dance in the car, on the bar stool, in my seat at the reception. I sit here at the computer now jolly to have accidentally found a favorite song the name and artist of said song unknown- but here it is on my headphones and the butt is grooving, the hips are shimmying, the head, neck, and shoulders in groove.
Music moves me deeply inside and there I am such a dancer, but in public my legs lock up and I am afraid to let it show.
I love to watch the human form in motion. I study how others walk, envy the strength of those who run, marvel at the sculpted musculature in cyclist's legs, and diviningly hope to be a fluid dancer in my next life.
I am a dancer in my heart in this one.
(taken blindly this sounds like it could have been a pick-up: you'll simply have to trust me that it certainly was not :)
Posted by Karen at 7:26 PM