My Favorite Dancing Song

Most mornings I dance, at least a little.

My kitchen is small with not near the counter space I was used to back when I'd cook for our bangly bunch of bandit and banjo-wielding tribe that potlucked and filled my spaces, all the crannies and nooks of my house with their love and music. But in that old kitchen I only danced in those last six months, and usually only bc I forced my self to in order to lift my spirits.

I never danced in the kitchen at Chop, just sometimes alone in my room.

I dance most mornings in my little two room apartment in Easton, in my kitchen with the high wide window, the green curtains that came with the place magicy and hanging down. The magnolia tree outside, green covered in white, winking and staring and smiling back at me. Usually while I'm waiting on my coffee first thing is on goes the radio then up goes the blood in me and now I am dancing, wild, all over, grinning a fat grin just because I can! Dancing and grinnig to whatever is playing on my old boombox on the station from Annapolis.

I dance which is my way of experiencing thanks for all that I've got. Which mostly, I guess, is stuff you cant see. Which means the very reason that I dance comes from the place already dancing, inside of me.

Whatever, I dont mind being cheesy sometimes.

Lately this is my favorite, favorite dancing song.

Turn it up! Dance along!