Beginner's Heart

Beginner's Heart


dancing to my own music ~

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I love this video. I’m indebted to a FB post by the amazing Parker Palmer — teacher, philosopher, thinker, and all-’round good rôle model — for the link. And the bright spot in a day otherwise dedicated to work (and yes, I know it’s Sunday).

I love to dance. Not many opportunities these days — it’s not high on my husband’s list of favourite activities — but I have a grandson in the works, and fully intend to spend hours dancing w/ him. First holding him, then spinning each other around the room. It’s the way I danced w/ my two sons when they were small. And it works fine.

I also love the idea that Ellie — our fearless dancer — just quietly rocks out on her own. I’ve been known to do the same. It seldom fails to garner eyerolls from my friends & family.

But here’s the deal: I’m pretty darn happy. My life is full of good things, and when the right soundtrack comes on? Who can resist dancing?? I want to grab an arm, a hand, and spin. But most of the time, I content myself w/ the solitary bebop Ellie enjoys.

You know that old song I’d like to teach the world to sing…? Well, I’d like to teach the world to dance. Each of us. To our own music, in our own inimitably amazing style. How COOL would that be??



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