Being able to dance is a wonderful. Being able to dance skillfully and gracefully is truly a gift.
Manzanita used her skill and love of dancing for the 2013 A-to-Z Blogfest. Every day she shared a new dance and her experiences. They were marvelous.
For one whose dreams alone allow me to dance, I confess that I am rhythmically impaired. Two steps and I am lost.
But that does not take away the joy of dancing, of watching dancing. The best dance ever done took place on New Year’s Eve, 1979.
Our daughter was about 4 ½ and our son “Johnny” had just turned one. We always threw a ‘big’ party with our small children on that day. We let them stay up until almost 10 PM and eat all manner of party foods. We put on our favorite music albums and artists, cranked the music up loud, and we danced. We danced all over the house.
It was the Fleetwood Mac album when the real dance began.
Fleetwood Mac in 1979, YouTube
While still not too steady on his feet and clothed in a simple diaper, Johnny was stunned by “Tusk”. He held onto the coffee table, and he danced. And boy, did he dance! Perfect rhythm, into the music, shaking his head, singing as only a toddler can!
When the sorta-free form drum solo kicked in, he stopped and waited for it to be over. Then the music started again. And Johnny broke into dance.
I have never looked at dancing the same. And I still like the Tusk album.
This is a re-post of November 6, 2013. We are in the throes of packing and moving. I hope you enjoy this re-post and leave a comment, but I can't make my own response. Party on!
Live, 2004 from YouTube