Tonight, I’m grateful for dance.
For the way it brings people together, in circles, squares, pairs, clumps, and huge crowds.
For the catharsis of a solo soul-dance party with nobody watching.
For the way it makes great music greater.
For the rush of a great performance – for both dancers and spectators.
For the beauty and grace, and for the sweat and burning.
For the instant mood-lifter, especially when there are kids involved.
For the satisfaction of a primal, global human instinct to express rhythm and melody with one’s whole self.
And tonight I’m especially grateful for my own community of dancers, the gorgeous, fascinating, warm, hilarious ladies in our dance troupe. Even when we’re tired, for three hours every Tuesday night we come together and muster our energy for each other’s sake. There’s compassion and empathy when you need them, and there’s always lots of laughter, and we are always better off afterward.