Delycia
has been encouraging me to take dancing lessons with her, and I’m leaning toward
saying yes, but I’ve decided to also tell her that we’re always dancing
already. Just walking around the house, just moving our legs in a free-flowing,
unwavering way, is a way of dancing. A person confined to a wheelchair would
marvel at the fluid movements of our bodies as we walk from room to room. To a paralyzed
person, our effortless walking would be a miraculous, mind-boggling dance.
Looking deeper, I could tell her our bodies are always dancing in other innumerable
ways. Blood is streaming through us with a smoothness that dancers would envy,
and all our cells are doing their innumerable duties with a proper pace and
style. Our lungs, too, are lifting and falling with the poise of polished
dancers, and of course, our hearts keep a measured beat as they bring us gracefully
around the dance floor of each day.
Yes,
Delycia and I are always dancing, like it or not, so why not take some lessons
to learn how to take our already classy dancing to a superior level?
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