move rhythmically to music, typically following a set sequence of steps.
“their cheeks were pressed together as they danced”
|synonyms:||sway, trip, twirl, whirl, pirouette, gyrate; More|
(of a person) move in a quick and lively way.
“Sheila danced in gaily”
|synonyms:||caper, cavort, frisk, frolic, skip, prance, gambol, jig; More|
a series of movements that match the speed and rhythm of a piece of music.
In an earlier post, I should have added: I’m not sorry I dance ALL.THE.TIME.
I can’t help it. Dancing is my happy place. It is my zone. It is my worship. It is my oneness with nature, the universe, God. It is my me time. My therapy. My healing. My drug. It is the intersection of time, space, and energy. It is freeing. It is my most natural state of being.
I just left a dance rehearsal after a few weeks off for the holidays, and I realized I’ve felt a little dead inside. I miss my sorority of dance. I missed my girls. I missed the studio. I missed being the choreographer’s paint on the studio-canvas.
And I love what other people say about dance…
//life isn’t about waiting for a storm to pass; its about learning to dance in the rain//dancing is like dreaming with you feet//human (empty check box) dancer (checked box)// never miss a chance to dance//dance is a conversation between body&soul//wherever a dancer stands is holy ground//
…especially the Bible (Me: puts on good Christian woman hat, preaching face and shakes old lady finger)
You know the Bible mentions dance or dancing 27 times? And all of them are either in reference to a fact or instructions on praise. Not one word instructing: sit ye down and move not thine bodies.
My fave passage is found in both Samuel and Chronicles and it talks about David prancing around in his skivvies because he just couldn’t not dance in worship. Picture that. A king. Dancing. Nekkid. Because he just couldn’t help himself.
14 Wearing a linen ephod, David was dancing before the Lord with all his might, 15 while he and all Israel were bringing up the ark of the Lord with shouts and the sound of trumpets.
16 As the ark of the Lord was entering the City of David, Michal daughter of Saul watched from a window. And when she saw King David leaping and dancing before the Lord, she despised him in her heart.
The passage also mentions how much Saul’s daughter hated David’s joy. His leaping with a hot and thriving case of the Holy Ghost pissed her off. Why?
I went to a high school that had formal banquets instead of school dances. Why? Because dancing makes you FEEL.
It makes you feel all kinds of good that is so good Those People figured it must be bad. And Those People that insist on being miserable and not experiencing the miracle and freedom of dancing despise those that are free.
Those People, suffering in a world without dance! Forcing themselves to restrain, inhibit, bottle up all the amazing energy – positive God-given energy – that flows and churns within our bodies.
Dance energy is transferred from one body to another, too. It is a deliciously infectious groove. God gave us dance and it is more blasphemous to God not to dance than to abstain from it because it makes us feel the feels.
Feel it, people. Fear not. Let go.
Dance your heart out. Dance for your life.
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