I could get all gushy about the rhythm of life, the rhythm of seasons, or maybe the planets
spinning through the universe. But for tonight those things are far too esoteric. When I watch ballroom dancers, hear a two steppin’ C&W tune, or watch an couple jive to a ’60’s hit, my feet move on their own. It’s tough when I have to sit politely and appear civilized! As far as just walking in my own home, I don’t just walk across the floor, I glide
in a clumsy imitation of Ginger Rogers, wearing blue jeans instead
of a diaphanous flowing ball gown.
In the privacy of my own home, I can
dream but in public I need to stick to
what is the safest for us all ~ just a
quiet tap tapping of my toes. It isn’t easy!
“ I have no desire to prove anything by dancing….I just dance.”
~ Fred Astaire, actor/dancer