Dancing in the Street or twerking at Kroger....either is okay!!!

“And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music.”

― Friedrich Nietzsche

I've been thinking about dancing all morning, wondering if

movement of the body is an act to allow joy to explode in the world.

This all came about as I was driving for my job the other day---sexy hot has a new job--which often requires me to move from one site to another-that away I get to spread sexy hotness all over the city--a little at a time.  It really is too much for it to all be in one location, you know.

I was stopped at the light and was staring to the side, when I saw

a head bobbing coming up from the bottom of the hill.

The first thing I saw was this crazy stand-up frizzed blond hair,

moving and bobbing in the wind...

couldn't see much else, but I watched thinking it must be from a stroke victim or perhaps a 

CP patient--it was somewhat spastic in nature.  The hill was steep, so I watched thinking I might need to pull over and help the person up

and 

suddenly his face pops up

...

young man

camo jacket

torn blue jeans

head bobbing

and mouth moving

and

I think..

perhaps he just escaped from the 'mental hospital'

just down the street.

I am now truly intrigued...

what the hell i think...

suddenly I realize what is happening...

this young man has his earphones in

and

as he is walking to the city bus stop

he is singing and 

dancing (well I supposed that is what he was doing)

with no care in the world

no worries about who might see or who might judge and didn't even 

seem to care what this sexy hotness sitting in the car might think...

he was just being

being absorbed into the beat of 

the music,

absorbed into singing

absorbed into moving 

and

I thought...

I guess that might be what Joy looks like...

it invited me

to step out of my car and dance..

and I thought about it for a minute

but the light turned green.--and I drove off.

...

I wondered why I am not that free

free to dance and sing 

and

be

why I haven't released that piece of me

Joy

for the world to see

and

perhaps they are not ready for it..

but perhaps one

day

if you see a head bobbing and moving

in tie-dyed splendor

perhaps..

just perhaps,

someone will

say

"hey did you see that sexy hotness

dancing in the street?  I wish I was brave enough to do that?"

Now off color daughter is not so shy...

she sometimes amazes me with her 

willingness to make another smile...

Not long ago, we were perusing a local goodwill

searching for eclectic finds 

she found a pair of Gold Glitter

five inch 

platform 

Hooker Heels--I mean it

they must have come from 

a dancer or drag queen...

I laughed when she said she wanted them...

but loaned her the cash to get them...

After we left, we were on our way to the local grocery store...

in the parking lot

off color daughter

puts on the "hooker heels" which go well with her black running pants...

We head in

and

I watch a smile spread across every person who saw her...

and

i have to laugh now at how she kept a straight face as she held my arm to steady her walk...

when we entered the shampoo aisle...

she let go and handed me her phone..

she said 

"tape this"

and

I watched

and

just as someone walked by...

she did it..

unashamed in her hooker heels and running pants

she did it..

she started twerking in the aisle at the grocery store....

and

I laughed until I almost peed my pants.

I've thought alot about 

dancing this morning..

dancing in the street

and

twerking in the Kroger

and

wondered 

what keeps most of us 

from allowing our bodies to just go with the flow and

model joy...

one day

perhaps when the world 

least expects

sexy hot

will 

break open

and

spread the world

with 

a bit of 

sexy hot

dancing...

Until then...

just 

Dance yourself.

have a great Saturday morning...

blessings.

The radical rambler