Disorganised Dancing

Sometimes, walking alone on a forest path, a dance comes upon me. And if I know I am really alone, I put down my bag, take off my shoes, and let the dance have me. 

If there is any music at all, it is in my imagination.

It’s a pretty solid equation: if you want to feel good, dance. Dance at weddings. Dance at celebrations. Get drunk and dance. Take E and dance. Entwine your cultural musical forms with dance forms.

Just because… Dance :)

So. Why can’t we, can’t I, do, disorganised dancing? You see, In the woods I have to make sure that no-one is around. Organised dancing happens on a dance floor. You pay your ticket, join with other people for the allotted space and time, and dance. You don’t dance in the street. Or the supermarket. This would be disorganised.

But… when you take the people away… I just dance! 

(And, by the way, I have a pelvis, which I intend to dance with until my dying day :)

So, why don’t we do disorganised dance and…. what if we did?

Here is a beautiful music video of people doing very publicly what I do secretly.

This is the dance that no-one sees. This is the song that no-one hears. These are my strong and bare bare feet. This is the secret, wild and beautiful me.