It’s Friday,
so I’m playing Lisa-Jo’s writing game today here are her rules:
1. Write for 5 minutes flat on the prompt: “Dance” with no
editing, no over thinking, no backtracking.
2. Link back here and invite others to join in.
3. And then absolutely, no ifs, ands or buts about it, you need to visit the person who linked up before you & encourage them in their comments. Seriously. That is, like, the rule. And the fun. And the heart of this community..
2. Link back here and invite others to join in.
3. And then absolutely, no ifs, ands or buts about it, you need to visit the person who linked up before you & encourage them in their comments. Seriously. That is, like, the rule. And the fun. And the heart of this community..
Here.. we..Go:
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As a young
child I remember standing on the hard tile floor of the landing on the stairs. Music played in my head as I shuffled and hit my feet on the floor. If I wore just the right shoes the sound was
magical. It was the sharp, staccato rapping
of taps.
I don’t know
where the music went after that.
Then in high
school it came back. It was loud, high
and fast! Those are the 3”r”s of
marching band and how you win all those gleaming trophies that make the sports
teams so jealous. This time the dance is
more controlled and in sync with everyone else, but that’s the beauty of it.
Finally a 6
year old’s dream is realized in college.
Where I have freedom to choose, I choose dance. I choose Tap over physical conditioning, I
choose Jazz over bowling and badminton.
The music is there and I embody it on a sprung floor in 2” heels with
magical metal plates on the soles – on my soul.
The music
leaves again, but as an adult I can seek it out. I find it hiding out at the gym. It’s masquerading as hard work and
sweat. I walk in, take a spot near the
wall, take a deep breath and every Friday morning I DANCE!
Time
Now it’s your
turn! Head on over and link up.
How awesome that you continue to find dance!! Dance away!!!
ReplyDeleteThanks for stopping by. If you can't find dance you can just do it wherever you are.
DeleteWhat a journey - it's so great that you kept going back to the call to dance
ReplyDeleteIt's one of those things that I love, but I'm not very good at - much like life sometimes. Thanks for coming by.
DeleteI LOVE this, Amy! You're free to dance- free to pursue your passions. And you continue to inspire ME to do the same. And I love you for it!
ReplyDeleteThe same goes for you! Thanks to you I've had Newsboys running through my head all day. Of course, that's not necessarily a bad thing.
DeleteWhat an inspiring 5 Minute write! You've encouraged me...I need to keep seeking out my passions and ways I know how to let myself go and just be free in Him. Thank you!!
ReplyDeleteYou have no idea how much this means to me. This is exactly what I wanted to do by starting this little blog - spur you on to following your own passion. Thank you so much for stoppping by today.
DeleteI LOVE THIS!! Wish I knew how to dance... still thinking on my 5 minutes... my mind is blank!
ReplyDeleteA ha! You're thinking too much. You are super creative, just let your heart & mind dance. Now - go write - it's who you are. :)
DeleteI love dance, too! A childhood illness prevented me from doing much of it as a kid (I loved ballet and still do), but whenever there's music playing, I can't help but dance, even a little. And with the kids, well, we dance all the time! I really liked your post.
ReplyDeleteThanks so much and thanks for stopping by! I think a love of dancing is something most all born with - a lot have just forgotten. :)
DeleteI loved your story and I love your shoes
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