Grateful for Dance

I am grateful for dance; that I can witness the expression of the human form in motion; that I too can dance. I am thankful to live in a world in which grace manifests itself through our mortal bodies. The body is a vessel, a carrier of life—or perhaps better said, a battleship against death. Yet, the body too carries grace, the spirit to live life with elegance. For does not dance seem extraneous? Its purpose, whether as a medium of culture or comradery, seems unclear to me. Though, there is the certainty of its ornamentation, motion experienced as art.

I have always lived in a world in which I may dance. I have at my leisure clubs, discotheques, theaters, the sticky dance floor of my local dive bar, and even my shower. How lucky am I to have the chance to dance with others, to witness happiness no matter how long. Dance is everywhere. It always has been. Should I attune myself, I may feel the rhythm, and the tempo and express that with dance, however gangly. Nevertheless, I dance. It shakes me. It vibrates my bones, resonates my soul. Transcended; that while on the dance floor, I may float to catharsis.

I am grateful for dance.