Just Dance

Tonight I went to my old high school's Spring Show, where the dance team performs the dances they have been working on this competition season. I cannot begin to express how much I have missed dancing, and how much it moves me.

I think it all begins with music. Undoubtedly, there is something about music that moves people. We all gravitate towards music that speaks to us. Classical, hip hop, rock, country. We somehow find what touches us, as if some part of us deep down is connected by an invisible thread to to some lost melody. And we don't rest until we find it...or it finds us.

And the music moves us...literally. We sway, tap our feet, nod, rock back and forth. There's something magical in the way it finds us, embeds itself deep in our muscles, our bones, our soul.

Watching the girls dance tonight struck me. The rounded curves and the graceful single movement of the lyrical dances, angular and sharp actions of the modern dances...their bodies were the embodiment of the music. They showed the audience what the music, the words were saying. There was something almost primal about it, the way they moved and reacted to the sounds.

Watching them, I longed for it. I wanted to stand up and move, turn, put my arms above my head, feel the music, let it move me. I wanted my body to de-evolve, to become an element of nature, a particle of dust in the wind. I needed to feel it vibrate through me. I needed it to wake me up.

I don't know what I'll do about it now. I don't know if I'll be able to get in touch with that part of myself, or if I'll be able to do it through dance. There's got to be another way to find it, to feel alive. I intend to find it, no matter how long it takes or what happens because of it. I need to feel alive.