Dancing to the Music

12/05/2006

Picture this:  You are alone in a room.  There is music playing on your stereo.  You have chosen to play a CD by “Secret Garden.” The music is instrumental and is ethereally melodic and soothing.  You come to complete rest as the music reverberates in your head.  You are at peace.  Nothing can spoil the moment.  Emotion builds; your eyes moisten from the joy that is building in your heart.  You can feel a sensation in your chest and your whole body feels lightened.  You close your eyes and feel the music with your soul.  You begin to dance moving slowly to music’s rhythm and flowing notes, and you are blissful as you move around the room – just you, by your lonesome—with nothing more than your thoughts to keep you company and the music to soothe your passions.

Now the question:  Am I the only one who does this sort of thing?  I sincerely hope not. Do you?  Would you?  Try it if you are laden with a heavy heart or some of life’s issue are tugging at you. 

I got to dance for a group of people once.  It hasn’t been that long ago, and it was so very rewarding.  There was music playing and just me in front of a group expressing an experience through dance.  It lasted for several minutes and left me weak-kneed, emotionally spent and very, very joyful.  I had never done anything like it before and may never get to again, but I think of it often and still very much feel the emotion when I do. 

Maybe I’m a bit wacky, but beautiful music has always elicited emotion in me.  I have gotten teary on many occasions just listening to CDs such as the “Secret Garden” series and other “New Age” stuff.  But I am also the guy that gets teary looking at The Nancy and things like military cemeteries, little children and especially my grandbabies, the sun rising over Sleepy Creek mountain or setting over Cacapon mountain.  A clear, starry night or a winter’s evening can get me rocking.  I have sat and felt the emotion well up in my body as I gazed out from mountain ridges onto valleys below.  Almost anything that reminds me of my dad can produce glassy eyes.  I am not sure when it started or how long it will last, and I hope it never ceases.  Big boys do cry.

So, go turn on the music.  Try your hand at dancing, alone or with someone you love, or before a group.  The only thing you need do is to feel the music, “be” one with it and allow it to consume you.  Maybe you could let me know if I am alone with this, or if I am just one of the regular people?

And that is all I have to say about that…