Tuesday, February 2, 2010
And she danced!
My sweet Emma came home looking at Pandora Radio, trying to find Blue Jupiter. We couldn't find it, but made a station called "acapella."
Well, take my breath away, let it wash all over us,
let it swirl and swell and sweep me right up...
...up and back...back to when I was a teenager...back in my bedroom...drapes drawn, door closed, dancing and dancing and dancing.
Accidentally, I found a moment...a moment for me...3 minutes and 58 seconds actually.
And I danced...
Moments are fragile and fleeting and eventually interrupted. But, for that time...the wound-up-tight, perfectionist, list-making, just-trying-so-very-hard me was free and beautiful and graceful and light and caught up in something wholly out of my head and in the flow.
I could cry!