Dancing with the feet is one thing, But dancing with the heart is another. —Author Unknown—
The music begins as I close my eyes. I feel the wind, as the curtains rise. To my partners arms, I approach with grace. I feel his hair brush across my face. Caught in the moment, only we exist. Heads all turn, as our bodies twist. He lifts me with ease, and I touch the sky, imagining clouds are drifting by. I’ve choreographed this scene on the stage, we stop in time, as I search the page. A tear finds its way, things aren’t what they seem. My eyes are now open. it was only a dream
Everything in the universe has rhythm. Everything dances. Maya Angelou
I have another little side note today. First of all, I’m halfway done writing Part Seven of the Confessions series. I’m so excited! But… what I wanted to say is that I watched a movie the other night, called High Strung (from 2016, not the older movie by the same title). Oh my goodness!! Be still my heart! Dancing!! I felt emotions that I haven’t felt in a long time, and I realized that dancing was probably the first thing that I ever dreamed of when I was young. I wanted to be a dancer. Dance was the only class in school that I ever cared for. I’m not sure if the emotions I felt were feelings of regret, or joy, or WHAT… but I came to realize that you MUST follow your dreams. It’s unfortunate that I’m a little older now, but who knows? You may just see some posts from me in the future… about me dancing again. It’s never too late, and it appears that dreams never die.