I'd rather dance than walk or breath.
I dance alone, with others, danced with my horses, my chickens and geese, even with God on occasion when He's not busy.
I dance with hope and joy and sometimes infinite sadness.
I danced with my Lucy until she was gone. Now I dance around her grave swaying with the flowers planted there. I danced her to heaven and dancing is
how I will follow her there.
I dance for and with the volcano (here) and for the sea, and when I spin I get a glimpse of them both.
I dance in my dreams and memories and sometimes with my old garden coat clutched to me like the mud that splatters my bare feet.
I've danced under the ocean, on a boat, in a plane, on the ground, and today in the mud and rain...
Cut my legs off and I promise you I will still dance.
I've danced with lovers and hope to again.
I've danced slow and fast, with arms outspread and with my own arms wrapped around me when there are no arms there to hold me close anymore, no arm to
spin me about and pull me back again.
I dance to a tunes on the radio, the pluck of a guitar, the sway of a bow on strings, to my own voice and the voice of others, the whisper of a
morning wind, the crash and boom of a thunderstorm, the titter and base of frogs and crickets, the tinkle of snow falling on crunchy ice, and the soft
tympani and pitter-pattering of tears falling around my feet.
And everything in between...
Yes, I love to dance...
edit on 26-4-2011 by silo13 because: (no reason given)