The
Wishbone Alphabet – an experiment, of course, with attitude, life and the
eponymous soup.
‘If
I can’t dance I don’t want to be part of your revolution.’ Emma Goldman.
There
may be a squillion different dance forms, or not, I’ve never tried counting
them. I do my own kind. Dancing,
in my favourite form, is something to throw your self into, with complete
mental and physical abandon, like a toddler on a bouncy castle after a bottle
of cheap fizzy pop and a bag of tartrazine sweets. It is expressive, joyful,
delirious, irrational, fantastical stuff. Dancing has broken many light shades
in my house, and caused some of my most fabulous bruises. It doesn’t have to be
dancing, but everyone should have something they let themselves go into,
something that isn’t drinking or smoking or an external stimulant. It is
something that should flow outwards; flow and be flung out, even if it destroys
the lampshade. It should destroy the lampshade. After my revolution, destroying
lampshades with dancing will become the national sport.
I adore dancing, and it's a major source of exericise for me. Have to say, I have not yet danced while destroying a lampshade!
ReplyDeleteImpromptu leaping and small rooms! :-)
ReplyDeleteI'm not a dancer, couldn't find that beat. But I totally agree with you, it is a wonderful thing to be able to do with abandon. Good for you!
ReplyDeleteIf no-one's looking Inger, it doesn't matter if you can't find the beat! Singing and laughing are good alternatives for the non-dancer I think :-)
ReplyDeleteI admire that you can let yourself go like this. It's a beautiful way to live your life. Loved your post & photo.
ReplyDeleteDance on, Dancer Lady. May the lampshades take care of themselves.
ReplyDeleteDancing is the best exercise because it's not rally exercise at all. It's fun!
ReplyDeleteYou are right, everyone needs something to let loose about. I wish I could dance. Mine is more singing, when I'm in my car alone it's like a private concert.
ReplyDeleteJust A Nice Girl
I love to dance. I love it so much I majored in it in college.
ReplyDeleteNever. Stop. Dancing.
Here's to more broken lampshades!
Danced on crutches when I broke my foot- don't think I could stop if I tried! I also sing, in private- not especially gifted with vocal skills... I love this picture of my daughter- she is quite grown up now and still dancing :-)
ReplyDeleteLove it.
ReplyDeleteLet's proceed to the revolution post-haste! Destroy the lampshades!!!
ReplyDeleteEnjoying the A to Z Challenge and meeting new bloggers! Keep up the good work!
Thank you Paula- hope your Tween still likes to dance- I hate it when they get self conscious xx
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