D: Dance, With Danger


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. 


Comments

  1. Catherine Stine4 April 2012 at 22:14

    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!

    ReplyDelete
  2. Lisa Southard4 April 2012 at 22:18

    Impromptu leaping and small rooms! :-)

    ReplyDelete
  3. Inger4 April 2012 at 22:33

    I'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!

    ReplyDelete
  4. Lisa Southard4 April 2012 at 22:52

    If 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 :-)

    ReplyDelete
  5. Jaime4 April 2012 at 23:52

    I admire that you can let yourself go like this. It's a beautiful way to live your life. Loved your post & photo.

    ReplyDelete
  6. sarah corbett morgan5 April 2012 at 00:23

    Dance on, Dancer Lady. May the lampshades take care of themselves.

    ReplyDelete
  7. Stephanie V5 April 2012 at 00:58

    Dancing is the best exercise because it's not rally exercise at all. It's fun!

    ReplyDelete
  8. Unknown5 April 2012 at 01:04

    You 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.

    Just A Nice Girl

    ReplyDelete
  9. Ishta Mercurio5 April 2012 at 05:10

    I love to dance. I love it so much I majored in it in college.

    Never. Stop. Dancing.

    Here's to more broken lampshades!

    ReplyDelete
  10. Lisa Southard5 April 2012 at 11:20

    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 :-)

    ReplyDelete
  11. Anonymous9 April 2012 at 04:31

    Love it.

    ReplyDelete
  12. Paula @ The Tween And Me10 April 2012 at 14:00

    Let's proceed to the revolution post-haste! Destroy the lampshades!!!

    Enjoying the A to Z Challenge and meeting new bloggers! Keep up the good work!

    ReplyDelete
  13. Lisa Southard10 April 2012 at 19:30

    Thank you Paula- hope your Tween still likes to dance- I hate it when they get self conscious xx

    ReplyDelete

Post a comment

Thank you for reading my words- my chance to read yours here:

Popular posts from this blog

Plotlines And Plants

Image
Wednesday 3rd February 2021 Returned to work on Monday with my lists of little things to achieve each day, to balance the lack of other adventures in this, the third of our UK lockdowns. Checked rota and found myself not working more than usual shift pattern for two weeks consecutively which feels like I am still on holiday. 😊 Yesterday we stocked up on top soil, potting compost, vermiculite; bought seeds for savoy cabbage and tarragon, and I treated myself to new secateurs (lost a pair in the garden somewhere). 💚 We took the van, also picking up an old window which later will be a solar dehydrator and water heater, and wood for replacing the polytunnel door, which was too long for the van. Mr had to borrow a saw and bespoke the lengths in rain so heavy it was near solid. 💧 This morning after stretches and dog walking I lugged new topsoil onto the polytunnel beds, pruned the small apple tree, cooked mushrooms on the woodburner. Right now I am about to brew extra coffee and crack
Read more

First Day In The Year Of The Metal Ox

Image
Over this last week I did remember to go to work, then came home and back to writing. Popped outside to admire sleek ice every now and then; sometimes stars nestled in their velvet sky. One cold sunny morning the elder trees were pruned, and the wild rose in the rockery. Spring flowers were pushing up, not enough to lift the winter slowness, nor should we be in a rush to be rid of winter. We need our fallow times. Slow is important. This morning I dropped the car to Race Hill Garage since the tyre and handbrake warning lights are sparking up without reason (that I know of- a sensor may need replacing on this, my metal ox). Walked home facing the whip of the wind, glad of the long coat I was wrapped in. Stopped to photograph a lone bull - it’s your Year, I call to it, we too are in lockdown solitudes, let us have solidarity. It bowed a bovine head to continue chewing. Looked up to the treetops of the Small Woods where the spring buds hold tightly poised. It is good to rest, and go
Read more

Yes, A Winter Welcome

Image
~ Words on beginning the Winter Festivities ~ Monday 30th November 2020 Autumn’s last calendar day. The season puts on a thick mist coat so I picture it flouncing out with flaming leaves at its hem, russet apples tumbling behind. Winter clatters at the door, all cold bones and tense sparkling hope. Last night I had driven home connected to a clear night, moon above, fuel warning light pipping, songs turned loud: it was like old poor times, the good energy of it, the leap of faith. This night I drove home through wails of mist, fuel levels contently full, songs still loud: the good energy of repleteness. My fear of comfort is diminished, I note, and this brings an excitement. Am I ready? Yes. Tuesday 1st December 2020 In bed drinking coffee, having first admired the crazy moon lighting the morning sky silvery bright; the sun behind us was arriving as though poured slowly from a jug. Welcome to winter. This first day is a list of simple pleasures: setting up cold protection in t
Read more