"My soul and my aching bones"
So I'm sitting here blissfully sore, and I remember yet another reason why I love dance so much. No matter how bruised or battered my soul is, dance class will fix it. One hour of being a blank puppet, filled with no other consciousness but the music and the choreography. By the time I leave, with thighs burning and aching bones (hey, I'm not getting any younger here), the day's annoyances seem inconsequential.
Today was one of those battered soul days, so I'm thankful for my aching bones.
Today was one of those battered soul days, so I'm thankful for my aching bones.