I love to dance and I have no desire to enter any competitions for dancing. I also accept the fact that my coordination is such that I will never be able to break dance with the best of them (or even the worst of them for that matter!), but my spirit does dance with all the hip hop dancers of the world.

And when I’m alone at home, I dance like my feet are on fire and embarrass the dogs. They reflect back to me what I must look like with eyes and muzzles that regard me with love and humor. Our black Lab, Reality, does this certain up and down movement with her eyebrows as if to say, “ahhhh mom! there she goes again!”

As far back as I can remember, I have always loved to find myself alone in a house with a good stereo system that I can crank up and dance to the music. Years later I learned how to “trance” dance, but I think I’ve been doing that naturally, I just didn’t have a name for it when I was a kid.

Yesterday while I was sweeping the floors, I turned on my satellite radio and surfed till I landed on a song that hit me just right and then began dancing in my socks all over our tile floors (when you really get going and can slide quite a distance..it does tend to make you feel like you have fancy feet!) I even worked up a sweat because my feet movedl like they were on fire. It feels good to let the beat take me over and express it through my limbs. After dancing like this I always feel like I’ve released blocked up energy to let it fly.

So, even if all you can move is one index finger up and down…find some music that will make it want to move and move it! Let the Prana of life take you over! Dance, like your feet are on fire!

Jai!