Saturday, August 19, 2006
I love to dance. Not a lot of people I know do - at least in the circles I move in. Most people I know are scared, awkward, disinterested or horrible dancers who pretend they hate it to fool everybody else.
That being said, I'm not trying to put any of my wonderful blog readers down. No, I'm interested - does anyone else out there who reads this love to dance?
Dancing can be so many things. It can be misused greatly, but then again - what can't? Dancing is expressive, it's bonding, it's fun, it's something that you do for an hour before realizing that you're completely out of breath. It can be sexual, it can be worshipful - even both at the same time. I don't believe that God gave us bodies, made to move, to express and to interact with others and then made it so that dancing was not an acceptable way to use that body. Think of a little child, when they hear music that moves them.. what do they do? They bounce up and down on their chubby legs. I love to see that - the innocent expression of enjoyment.
Think about it.