Dancing for the Fun of it

I was dancing today in my room just having a good time, to the Proclaimers' 500 miles. The funny thing is, I was bordering on ill for the last two days, but today both my appetite and my readiness to randomly dance came back! It is such an uplifting feeling, to let loose and be goofy, silly, happy and carefree all at once, wholly encapsulated by rhythm and beat. Belonging solely to the present, your body an instrument carving out a love song to today.

"It's so nice to say, we played in the dirt..." - Beautiful Mess

It whittles me down to some mysterious level, part child-of-the-universe, part woman, part student, and part teacher of life - as if all levels of myself simultaneously transcend each other and birth forth one after another in one simple intoxicating harmony. But for a moment, my internal battles hush and quieten, my wounds are glazed over, my discords reconnect and smooth out seamless like newborn skin; I am but one whole unbroken soul living in a ephemeral harmony. I look at the mirror and smile, for it is rare that my smile is so reckless and wide.