Dance Like No One’s Watching

February 5th, 2010

(For your listening pleasure: Shpongle, When Shall I be Free?)

Being grounded is a beautiful tool in creating my experience.

Being aware, being present, it allows me to truly attract into my life that which I am desiring.

I was approached with an idea today, an idea I don’t know that I can turn down.  It involves research and writing.  And it’s a topic for which I have passion.  Now I must select a pseudonym and push forward with self-discipline and dedication.   After all, there’s no test of a writer than their ability to be self-directed and write.

There are some pros and cons.  The pro is that with a pseudonym, I don’t have to actually take the responsibility for my first attempt.  The con is that I can’t tell you I’ve written it.

*smiles*

Today, my drive home was far more entertaining that usual.  I sang at the top of my lungs and danced while driving.

I walked from my office to my car, which is now in a parking garage about ten minutes closer than where I was assigned to park for the last nearly ten months.  I am in the garage, and that’s something to be ecstatic over.  I glanced at my feet.  My socks were darker than my shoes.  I have a secret for you:  I don’t care what your fashion sense tells you I ought to wear.   I know how to look good, and when the right time is.  However, daily fashion is YOUR “rule,” not mine.   And I am free.

I dance.  I don’t dance well, and I don’t care if I have the rhythm of well… someone who doesn’t have rhythm.  If everyone quit moving because they were afraid they couldn’t keep a beat, the world would be a much worse place to be.  If everyone who couldn’t sing quit making noise, we’d never figure out how to exclaim with joy.  I need these things to be happy.

Landon often makes fun of me for having no rhythm.  I think he misses out on an appreciation of me that he might otherwise have if he could see why I’m moving.  (You’ll figure it out, baby, I’m not worried.)  *wink*

I heard wind rustling through the grass today.  I turned my head and cocked my ear and said a thank you to the grass for playing in its own musical band while my feet tapped on the drum of this concrete earth.   I see now why it is that children skip when they’re happy.

What it comes down to is that life is meant for living.  If you refuse to move, if you refuse to listen to the beats of your heart and your feet, you lose out on a major part of the experience. Being grounded means getting in the catapult and waiting to fly across the universe.