As most of you know, I love dancing and wish I had neer given it up for sports, though I would not give up the time I spent in sports. Well, short version of a story first. Then the slightly longer one.
I say all the time that I miss dancing and wish I had kept up with it. God says here you go. I am like…whoa, only a few days of practicing and this is not the easiest thing when it has been a while. God replies, it is not that bad really, you can do it. I leave the first practice I was at, where the student caught me up, thinking…oh my goodness, but I did ask for it I guess. Mary, please help me!
Basically, whenever I see people dancing as I once did, I wish I was with them and had continued lessons so that I would be better as time went on. In my heart I am always dancing. I hear a song and I want to dance to it, to sing, to be creative. When I went in to help with the music class after lunch yesterday, the two students were finishing up practicing. I commented to them about how good it look and that I once danced, so it made me smile to see them and mad me miss it a little. The one who choreographed the dance and was teaching the other said something about dancing with them. I was like, I don’t think so really.
Today, Sister came to me and asked if I wanted to do it. Of course, I had not expected it. I stuttered an I don’t know. If you were to know who I am talking about, the “I don’t know” does not work when next Thursday is the prayer service this is a part of. It ended with the can do it with either one or three dancers and there is only two right now with a maybe for a third. She suggested that I come and see it at least. That being said, I ate really fast what I could in two minutes and ran off to the chapel. The moment I walked in, the student who created the dance said something along the lines of “good, you are going to dance with us!?” That was it. I was told there was no third person, so I would do it. It is a two and a half minute dance, which is more dancing than one thinks. She showed me the whole dance (minus the few small parts she still has to figure out) during second lunch. Now…I have minimal time to remember it and practice. Mary Help of Christians, help this poor soul remember her dancing body and do the best possible.