98. Dance at Day’s Start and Finish
I have always liked to dance – not ballroom dancing – but creative movement. And a couple of days ago it occurred to me that at age 79 I didn’t have to give it up and could reintroduce it into my day—five minutes at the beginning and at the end.
One night dancing to Cris Williamson’s “Filling Up and Spilling Over.” One morning a Sousa march to get going on the day. One night a slow meditation song with soft, easy movements that wondered if they should be called dance. One morning the painting exercise to explore the space around me that I used to do with June Keener-Wink. Each time something different, and each time something new.
I feel better when I dance. In the morning I feel more able and at night I feel more ready for bed. And in between morning and night, throughout the day, I feel I have reclaimed something I love. And so I dance.
This isn’t the end of my entries about dance—it’s barely the beginning.
