I don’t dance.
I have a great sense of rhythm and I appreciate things done in good rhythm. I know a good dancer when I see one and I am blessed to have a household of women who love to dance any opportunity they get and they dance well.
I don’t dance.
It’s not that I will never dance. Some may have seen it happen on a rare occasion, but that’s it – rare.
What I love, though, is seeing people enjoy themselves in the dance. It’s quite interesting seeing a group of people from different places around the world come together. It’s fascinating seeing the task the DJ has. He may have his set-list ready, but he isn’t silly. He can sense the mood of the place. If tune after tune isn’t bringing people to the dance floor, he knows he might need to switch things up.
It’s also intriguing seeing the response to a certain tune by certain people of a certain culture. Flocking the floor like there’s free money on it, they have a whale of a time. Change the style and watch them drift away back to their conversation and drinks. It’s not a bad thing, necessarily. It’s just a thing.
That’s why I especially admire those with the spirit of dance. Those select few who hear a beat and will be on the floor. Whether it’s familiar or foreign, they will get on with it acclimatising with the feeling of the tune as they go. There are even those who don’t really know how to dance, but see the dance as an opportunity to share and celebrate physical expression in a variety of joyful and delightful ways. They look odd, but really they are extending a courtesy to those who are familiar. They are saying, ‘I will dance with you. You can lead the way and let me learn. And I will dance with you.’
That’s a beautiful gesture. It’s one that can build bridges where others may not want to learn something foreign on the dance floor. It’s a truly beautiful gesture.
“I will dance with you.”
As for me, though.
I don’t dance.
Yet.
(Photo by Drew Graham on Unsplash)
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Shalom
C. L. J. Dryden
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