it happens against my wishes at times since my heart is determined to embrace bleakness and despairing too often, but the feet have a will of their own. a bit of base, a crash of drums, some keyboard and guitar; mingling melodies that vibrate and transmute until all is movement. the head dips and the shoulders roll, the torso swivels in counterpoint to the hips, gyrations are everything. feet stomp and slide across the floor, and the arms tell a story that was unknown 'til the dancing began. but it's not the aches or the sweat, the stylized or the sexy, the foot stomp or the slow glide or the medal at the end of the marathon - joy explodes when music meets movement.
In response to the prompt, “What’s your favourite form of exercise?” An off-the-cuff poetry joint.
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From Famine to Feast. 
Timely! The hubs and I JUST returned from a group dance class and subsequent dance “party.” We learned the foxtrot, rhumba, hustle, and tango today—it’s a lot of new steps to try and remember.
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That’s so cool. I love dance – I’ve not learned any of those. It’s nice that you and your husband do fun things together. Especially the tango.
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It’s a new thing—we’ll see if it lasts. So far it’s been fun…for me. 🤣
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🤣🤣🤣
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Thanks for sharing this idea Anita
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Amazing 🤩 and beautiful weekend to you, thank you for sharing wonderful ideas
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