When we dance, we share a synchronous second with something infinitely bigger and more beautiful than a simple melody, chord, or chorus.
Moving with wind, swaying with breeze, I gazed up at skies and trees. I danced. I danced my feet into the earth. My base claimed my space. My hips held me as I freed my heart and danced in the art of my garden. Birds’ songs danced along with my song as I whistled and worked in my garden. I ...