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, … Continue reading dancing
I like to dance. I’ve had little in the way of training – I took a belly course once, and I studied gymnastics for a few years which is somewhat related. I’ve learned that training doesn’t matter, especially if you’re not onstage making it a career. Dancing is from the heart. And the hips. Don’t forget the hips. And lift those feet. Of course, finding … Continue reading Saturdays are for dancing.
From Famine to Feast. 