hey, um, did you know that I, um, used to do that, not the liturgical dance thing, but the spontaneous lyrical kind, in church, during my college years? I'm um famous for it at the church--people pray for my daughter that she'll be like, um, that too. I don't even know how to think about it.
Um...I also broke my foot spontaneously dancing to a worship CD while in Madison at the co-op where I lived.
Did I mention I'm so cool?
I thought of you. In a good way. I thought of you, dancing out things and breaking bits of yourself in joy and exuberance.
People pray that Fiona will be that lithe girl? (you're lithe, too. must be a requirement?) She does have a certain twinkle in her eye.
I have flung myself about various apartments to music I liked, but I would never have done it for God.
What is in your mind as you're moving like that? And you're really excellent at public prayer, too, T, so while I'm at it I'd like to know more about that, too. Are you thinking about the people listening or your own stuff or just God? Huh? Huh??!!
Sometimes, I think about word flow. I mean, I'm in the moment, and the words are flowing, and I think about how they sound together. Sometimes I think about what the audience needs (in my opinion) in advance of the praying, and then begin to pray my hopes for them. but then, sometimes that's not it at all.
When I'm dancing, well, I'm just embodied, being a body, needing to express, needing energy to come out toward God, in as much beauty as I can muster.
When i dance with fiona, lately, well, I'm thinking about how my belly jiggles (jiggles!) and my breasts flop worse than Elsie in "To Elsie" by william carlos williams. Still, however, 1962 was a good year for music to flop around to.
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