gettin’ my dance on

I should know better (or maybe I shouldn’t, but at this point in time I am willing to say that I should). I should know that going dancing is like a super powered shot of brain food on direct injection. And I do know… but this time feels better then most. This was one of those nights where I was invincible. Not because the music was pump me up dancetastic, rock out, jam on, sweat on the floor, not for wimps stuff, but more because I was there. I was so fully aware, and so fully alive, and so fully me, and so fully confident. I was, in essence, invincible. I felt like I oozed good karma. Somebody else described it as an “aura.” I am not sure I would take it to quite that spiritual of a level, but maybe… There was defnitely something going on, I could feel it. I connected with myself and I connected with other people, with strangers. I had real conversations. Not chit chat, not bar talk, but real talk. It was like my entire being was in tune with the immediate world around me, I was more aware, and I had some sort of bizarre internal serenity.

And all of that seemed to clear the path for some very focused thinking. I was able to draw connections between parts of my life that I had never before recognized as being related. And from those connections I was able to understand things from an entirely different perspective. It is almost as if I had a paradigm shift, brought on by the simple act of dancing and getting lost in the music.

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Mud is main blog writer extraordinaire, picture guru, and the garden and adventure instigator. She loves to cook, but doesn’t much like following a recipe. She also loves typewriters, the color turquoise, and wearing tie dye with stripes. And she dorks out on permies.com while dreaming up and planning her next garden.

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