I came “late” to dancing in this lifetime. I was nearly 40 before I discovered the joy that moving my body to music could produce in my Being. This discovery took me on a path of developing my heretofore very nonathletic self into a fairly competent, fit creature who did amazing things like bench press 2/3 of my body weight and swing on a full sized circus trapeze. I became adept at single-ski water skiing and even tried barefoot skiing a time or two. My body changed before my eyes and my love of dancing insured my continued tone and fitness for the next 20 years or so.
During those early dancing years, I made a promise to myself that “I would have a 25-year-old body by the time I was 40.” I kept that promise and celebrated my achievement by participating in the famed San Francisco Bay to Breakers 7.5 mile run that actually happened on my 40th birthday that year.
Once I reached that goal, I set another one for myself: “to have a 35-year-old body by the time I was 70.” Thirty years to accomplish that goal! It seemed like a safe and reasonable marker to set at the time. And for the next 15 years, I continued to dance, water ski and lift heavy boxes during my years as a personal organizer. I kept my level of fitness mostly by doing Life with enthusiasm.
Then — I took a detour! Or perhaps I returned to a path begun in my early 20s. My life became more inward. I still walked miles at a time but instead of the focus on my physical body, I put more attention on my mental and spiritual bodies. I practiced Presence, Awareness, Mindfulness, Compassion. Sadly, the dancing that had brought me so much joy, fell by the wayside.
Fast forward to December 2016: Tomas and I had just arrived at Lost Valley Community and three days later, we experienced our first First Saturday Dance! Continue reading