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Back in the spring/summer of 2020, I helped tether myself to reality by dancing. I woke up and danced. I ate lunch and danced. I danced into the evening. Every day was filled with me dancing mostly alone in my living room. I shared a lot of my dancing on instagram, most of it to close friends only. As we were all in the thick of it together, it didn't feel weird to do so. Something that would feel egotistical and embarrassing now was acceptable then. I would love to share my dancing once again, but the path has yet to reveal itself. I am always navigating the balance of wanting to be private and wanting to be seen on the internet. One day, maybe, you'll find me on here willing to bare my dancing soul. Until then, I look back to those mainly awful months of 2020 with gratitude for the virtual connection I was able to have.
Mar 10, 2025
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been in the existential, depression, spiral, identity crisis, world crisis, questioning everything since about August, finally coming to terms that it wonāt just go away. So I danced the fuck out of myself for an hour. Felt so good.
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dancing, it's where i found my soul
bare soles taught me to bare my soul
hardwood floors,
bouncy, scuffed, sticky floors,
fields, pavements, walkways and isles,
dancing is my souls style.
swift and free,
glide, slide, rules must never be applied,
dance with me!
feel the groove,
see what happens when suave and grace are combined,
dancefloors i peruse,
no awareness of anything that disapproves.
on dark days,
my soul cries and wants to make waves,
turning me like tides and sending me round in strides,
my soul finds itself needing to return to the motion of earth,
blessing or a curse,
missing out on the beat is something i find much worse.
one thing must be known,
i do this for myself,
just my soul on its own,
and if you could,
don't ask if im any good,
you won't get a blank shrug,
or a thank you hug,
instead you may just get a fist to the mug.
rejuvenation in the raves,
peace in the positions,
ecstacy in extensions,
wonder in being wild.
ive loved it ever since a child,
i hope my souls dancing fever never grows mild.
from the dancefloor i hope im never exiled.
Apr 27, 2024
My shoulders flick, my arm twitches, foot taps, now my leg is moving, both legs in factāand my whole body is following suitāswinging and swaying, headphones are in or the speaker is blaring, John on vocalsāāwait, oh yes, wait a minute, Mr. PostmanāāGeorge on lead guitar, Paul backing and laying down heavy bass lines, Ringo slashing at the drum: āMr. Postman, look and see, see if thereās a letter there for meāāand now Iām in full dance, leaning and hopping, doing the lawnmower, the ice skater, the hot coals, inventing new moves, absolutely owning the moment, slaughtering the moment, absolutely beating it to death, thereās never been another dance moment like thisāāyou gotta wait a minute, oh yeah, wait a minute, oh yeahāāand then itās over and Iām done and Iām moving on, as if nothing happened, no one knows, but I know and it did happen, it definitely happened, a joyful moment, a moveable feast: every second a gift.
Dec 20, 2024
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For some reason this brings me into my parasympathetic nervous system
Mar 28, 2025
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Humans have always danced. It is part of who we are, yet we have been conditioned to be self conscious, to think that we do not move our bodies good enough. Dancing is beyond judgement. Dancing is not a skill, it is our soul moving through our bodies, expressed in movement. Dancing is healing. Dancing is bodily autonomy. Dancing is FUN! Any feeling you are feeling can be moved through with dance yet even alone, you fear looking foolish. Kill the judge in your mind, shut the fuck up, and MOVE š
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OH BROTHER THIS GUY actually needs a lot of empathy and understanding
Apr 2, 2025