Dancing In The Kitchen

On Fridays, I join other bloggers as we write for 5 minutes on a subject picked out by Lisa-Jo at Lisa-Jo Baker - tales from a Gypsy Mama.  We write for the fun of it, with no revisions or second-guessing ourselves.

DANCE

When I saw that the word for this week's 5 minute Friday was dance, my first thought was, "I was raised to believe dancing was worldly, so what can I say about this subject?"

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Then God whispered to me, "You do dance in the kitchen."  That's true ... if you want to call it dancing.  Sometimes when the joy of living comes over me, I do a little waltzy kind of two-step in the kitchen as I am cooking.  I usually warble "Love Is A Many Splendored Thing" when I do it.  Or sometimes, a few bars of "Ai Yi Yi, I am the Frito Bandito."  I wouldn't really call it a dance.

But maybe that is what dancing is - a joyous movement of the feet just because you can't hold it back.  I love times when I feel that way - that life is so rich and enjoyable, you can't help but have joy well up in you and come out your feet.

As uncoordinated as I am, a few dance steps can be a lot of fun.  Especially accompanied by silly songs.

Because, after all, silly is what I do best!

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