In this month of December, I think daily of dancing. I imagine the blisses of dancing. Of throwing my body around in a space. Of surfing on sound waves. Of celebrating!
I, THUS, think of Mexico. I think of El Derramadero. I think of Santa Ana Maya. I think of the time spent in this month (and january), in community. Dancing. I think of the all day parties. The misa [church service] followed by the meal followed by the party slash dance!! I remember the way everyone went to either dance or watch. I remember how most people danced as couples, doing the ‘two-step’ as Daniel and I called it. I remember how Daniel and I danced like we do, and how we loved it. How kids would watch us. And the woman with the video camera would tape us. AND HOW WE DANCED.
To be outside and dancing. under the stars. with a community. with live musicians!! oh bliss bliss, blissy-bliss bliss.
And here in Illinois. In the snow and the negative degree weather, I hope for a clear night, where Daniel and I dare to venture out into the night to have an opportunity to be with community and to dance! Will it be The Hideout? Will it be Chic-a-go-go? Who know-knows??
To dance
In honor of the dance, I include the quotable, gifted to me from my friend, Kyle, slash quoted from Tom Robbins:
the place of the dance is within the heart / to dance is to love again.
I hope everyone is dancing right now in Mexico.
to dance, to become a vessel for universal movements.