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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.
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.
p.s. Johnny is now a man, a talented pianist, with perfect pitch and rhythm.
