A Healing Thing
Dance has often played a role in my life; from the classes I took when I was young because I wanted to be like my Mom, to doing choreography for a stage show, to the dance classes I take to remind me that somewhere, somehow, there can still be happiness.
When I was younger, every night, I would go for a 30 minute walk, headphones in, and I would choreograph dances in my head; often lyrical and contemporary styles that suited whatever song I was listening to at the time. This habit sort of died down, but now it's back.
2011 has been a year of tragedy; poor health, losing my Nan, losing my boyfriend, losing my dog, moving, dating another boy only to be dumped again...nothing without incident.
But closing my eyes, and imagining dancing, way beyond my skill level, makes things feel okay again. It makes things feel peaceful. It makes me feel creative.
It's my own secret world. Sure, nobody can share in this beauty, nobody can see the dreams that I dream. But it's good enough for me.
I will let nothing disturb this peace...