So, this is me, taking a moment in the middle of an epic dance around the house which I do everyday for at least an hour. This month I get to dance on a smooth marble floor too. Yummy. Dancing has helped my body so much. Made it stronger. I was born with legs to challenge me (weren’t we all born with something to test us?) and when I dance (to trance by the way) I go into a place of pure exuberance. I forget everything I can’t do and just move my body to the music. Without thinking. Simple. Just dance. Just disappear into the beat and fly with the melody. During that disappearance, everything becomes clear. I see my whole. My challenges. My dreams. What I can do and think I can’t do. And I work out solutions and give myself praise. I go on a reflective journey. My heart’s beating. My muscles move and shift with the rhythm. I pick my feet up because I want to. Because I can’t help it. I’m dancing and dreaming and smiling. The music makes me soar. Content, creative, immersed. At one with sound. It’s my solace. I’m grateful. Find out what sparks you. Then do it over and over. Things will happen. Magic. Longevity. Ideas. Possibilities. Grace. Whooooosh.