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dance spirit
G'day, mate!
Thought I'd share a little bit of my everyday, since that's what we do here at everyday...
Today's everyday is every normal weekday morning. Normal days, school days, work days. That wonderful window of time, after I drop off my son at elementary school and before my teenage daughter gets up to do her homeschooling.
I walk in the door, sometimes with a load of groceries to put away, and am met with the usual chore: cleaning up the breakfast mess and emptying the dishwasher, putting away the clean dishes. I help myself to a second or third cup of coffee, eat some toast with jam, and put on the jams. Pandora shuffle, that is..
And before you know it, a job that might only take 30 minutes, suddenly gets stretched into about 2 hours!
Here's why, it's the music, the solitude, and this empty space next to the kitchen, this wide open space with the smooth wood floor that just BEGS to be danced upon!!!
Anyway, so now I shall attempt to illustrate for you the dances I perform in this said dancing space. Since it is rather difficult to photograph myself in the perfect moment of a dance move, you will be better acquainted with my repertoire through my colorful squiggle drawings, as seen on the left side of each sequence.
First, my response to the big, happy, big band Christmas music I've been treating myself to lately:
gigantic leaps and bounds, sweeping Broadway style moves, imagining I'm on Dancing with the Stars..
And then perhaps it's time for a little Black Eyed Peas or something more hip-hop/club/gangsta style:
And finally, in my most personal moments of pure abandon..when I'm truly worshipping in my dance...
(ok, you're right, of course i'm not truly in the moment of worship there, but more in the "hurry up stupid timer already, take the picture before my head snaps off, my big fat 140-pound vertebrae pop out, so I can take a breath already...) (and why yes, that is my big fat muffin top dunlopping over my big fat yoga pants..)
You're welcome.
Two hours later and I've found my peace again. Got my groove back. Can only do that in my alone moments, those crazy "dance as if nobody's watching" times. Oh sure, I love performing for my kids, whether they like it or not, I always add a chasse-turn-pirhouette-and-leap to my smoothie and snack service. But the more serious dancing, it would take a real kindred spirit, a soul mate, to really share that with. Dancing on stage is different, I've loved times of performing worship dance in a large church where all you can see from the stage is lights beaming up at you and you can't see who's out there so it's easy to dance your heart out. Dance for Jesus. But sharing something so personal as a real spirit-led dance, in a smaller space.. that takes a special audience, someone who can be trusted. Who knows and feels the spirit that moves you. I miss that about the worship dance team I used to perform with years ago. Still longing to be part of that type of group of people again. People who share that love for worship, that understanding of how music and dance are the very instruments that express our hearts to God. I don't need someone saying "oh that's nice" or give me a technical play-by-play critique of how they "liked how you did this or that when the music did this or that". I just move when the spirit says move. And i'm blabbering and not making sense. and this has gone beyond the definition of light fluffy everyday stuff so bye.
Show's over. Move along.
Thought I'd share a little bit of my everyday, since that's what we do here at everyday...
Today's everyday is every normal weekday morning. Normal days, school days, work days. That wonderful window of time, after I drop off my son at elementary school and before my teenage daughter gets up to do her homeschooling.
I walk in the door, sometimes with a load of groceries to put away, and am met with the usual chore: cleaning up the breakfast mess and emptying the dishwasher, putting away the clean dishes. I help myself to a second or third cup of coffee, eat some toast with jam, and put on the jams. Pandora shuffle, that is..
And before you know it, a job that might only take 30 minutes, suddenly gets stretched into about 2 hours!
Here's why, it's the music, the solitude, and this empty space next to the kitchen, this wide open space with the smooth wood floor that just BEGS to be danced upon!!!
It's the area that's supposed to be the eating area, but we put the dining table in the next space instead, so we can get out the back door easier.
(and Why yes, that is my handcrafted lovely white "Christmas tree" below, made out of a wire tomato cage, plastic grocery bags, sheer curtains, white tulle, and leftover decorations. thank you, thank you very much...)
Anyway, so now I shall attempt to illustrate for you the dances I perform in this said dancing space. Since it is rather difficult to photograph myself in the perfect moment of a dance move, you will be better acquainted with my repertoire through my colorful squiggle drawings, as seen on the left side of each sequence.
First, my response to the big, happy, big band Christmas music I've been treating myself to lately:
gigantic leaps and bounds, sweeping Broadway style moves, imagining I'm on Dancing with the Stars..
And then maybe some more of these lovely tunes that make me want to...
SPIN!!!
And then perhaps it's time for a little Black Eyed Peas or something more hip-hop/club/gangsta style:
And finally, in my most personal moments of pure abandon..when I'm truly worshipping in my dance...
(ok, you're right, of course i'm not truly in the moment of worship there, but more in the "hurry up stupid timer already, take the picture before my head snaps off, my big fat 140-pound vertebrae pop out, so I can take a breath already...) (and why yes, that is my big fat muffin top dunlopping over my big fat yoga pants..)
You're welcome.
Two hours later and I've found my peace again. Got my groove back. Can only do that in my alone moments, those crazy "dance as if nobody's watching" times. Oh sure, I love performing for my kids, whether they like it or not, I always add a chasse-turn-pirhouette-and-leap to my smoothie and snack service. But the more serious dancing, it would take a real kindred spirit, a soul mate, to really share that with. Dancing on stage is different, I've loved times of performing worship dance in a large church where all you can see from the stage is lights beaming up at you and you can't see who's out there so it's easy to dance your heart out. Dance for Jesus. But sharing something so personal as a real spirit-led dance, in a smaller space.. that takes a special audience, someone who can be trusted. Who knows and feels the spirit that moves you. I miss that about the worship dance team I used to perform with years ago. Still longing to be part of that type of group of people again. People who share that love for worship, that understanding of how music and dance are the very instruments that express our hearts to God. I don't need someone saying "oh that's nice" or give me a technical play-by-play critique of how they "liked how you did this or that when the music did this or that". I just move when the spirit says move. And i'm blabbering and not making sense. and this has gone beyond the definition of light fluffy everyday stuff so bye.
Show's over. Move along.
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