“And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music.”
I've been thinking about dancing all morning, wondering if
movement of the body is an act to allow joy to explode in the world.
This all came about as I was driving for my job the other day---sexy hot has a new job--which often requires me to move from one site to another-that away I get to spread sexy hotness all over the city--a little at a time. It really is too much for it to all be in one location, you know.
I was stopped at the light and was staring to the side, when I saw
a head bobbing coming up from the bottom of the hill.
The first thing I saw was this crazy stand-up frizzed blond hair,
moving and bobbing in the wind...
couldn't see much else, but I watched thinking it must be from a stroke victim or perhaps a
CP patient--it was somewhat spastic in nature. The hill was steep, so I watched thinking I might need to pull over and help the person up
suddenly his face pops up
torn blue jeans
and mouth moving
perhaps he just escaped from the 'mental hospital'
just down the street.
I am now truly intrigued...
what the hell i think...
suddenly I realize what is happening...
this young man has his earphones in
as he is walking to the city bus stop
he is singing and
dancing (well I supposed that is what he was doing)
with no care in the world
no worries about who might see or who might judge and didn't even
seem to care what this sexy hotness sitting in the car might think...
he was just being
being absorbed into the beat of
absorbed into singing
absorbed into moving
I guess that might be what Joy looks like...
it invited me
to step out of my car and dance..
and I thought about it for a minute
but the light turned green.--and I drove off.
I wondered why I am not that free
free to dance and sing
why I haven't released that piece of me
for the world to see
perhaps they are not ready for it..
but perhaps one
if you see a head bobbing and moving
in tie-dyed splendor
"hey did you see that sexy hotness
dancing in the street? I wish I was brave enough to do that?"
Now off color daughter is not so shy...
she sometimes amazes me with her
willingness to make another smile...
Not long ago, we were perusing a local goodwill
searching for eclectic finds
she found a pair of Gold Glitter
Hooker Heels--I mean it
they must have come from
a dancer or drag queen...
I laughed when she said she wanted them...
but loaned her the cash to get them...
After we left, we were on our way to the local grocery store...
in the parking lot
off color daughter
puts on the "hooker heels" which go well with her black running pants...
We head in
I watch a smile spread across every person who saw her...
i have to laugh now at how she kept a straight face as she held my arm to steady her walk...
when we entered the shampoo aisle...
she let go and handed me her phone..
just as someone walked by...
she did it..
unashamed in her hooker heels and running pants
she did it..
she started twerking in the aisle at the grocery store....
I laughed until I almost peed my pants.
I've thought alot about
dancing this morning..
dancing in the street
twerking in the Kroger
what keeps most of us
from allowing our bodies to just go with the flow and
perhaps when the world
spread the world
a bit of
have a great Saturday morning...
The radical rambler