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Joy: From the Ground Up

Dance Like Nobody’s Watching January 26, 2013

I may not know the waltz, the fox trot or the samba, but I sure can dance. My mom and I have this (semi-secret) routine that (almost never) involves anyone but us.

“Up, Wiley,” is my signal the dance is about to start. And the next thing I know, I’m up in my mom’s arms and we are swaying together to anything from Norah Jones to Bob Dylan. We truly are dancing like no one’s watching. And I love it. For those three or four minutes, all is well in the world. My mom is happy, I’m happy, and (as a believer in the contagion that is happiness) I could not ask for anything better than that.

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Up, down, or sideways, music moves me. Lyrics lull me into happier places, mourn with me in darker places, and inspire me to be better, write better, and live better. From Bette Midler to Phillip Phillips, words find their prophetically poetic home amidst the strum of guitar chords and harmonious tinkling of piano keys.

I find moments of solace in these things. My journey within begins here.

“I fall into a sacred rage to escape
the hells of the world made of puppets and fake
death wont be too far now the seeds in my heart start to awake
so all I can do is be the man that the Lord brought me to today
hold on to your life by love…”

Thank you Phillip Phillips for again bringing to lyrical life the ideas of Sarah Ban Breathnach, who speaks of the basic tools of holding on to life’s authenticity in Simple Abundance: “You need enough breathing space to allow your heart to ponder what is precious,” she writes. “Or perhaps you can let your imagination soar into the twilight where dreams first dwell.”

That is what music does for me, literally and figuratively. It offers me those precious moments with my mom dancing like a ninny with me all over the kitchen. And it offers me hope in harmony best illustrated in LeAnn Womack’s “I Hope You Dance.”

“I hope you never fear those mountains in the distance
Never settle for the path of least resistance
Living might mean taking chances
But they’re worth taking
Lovin’ might be a mistake
But it’s worth making
Don’t let some hell bent heart
Leave you bitter
When you come close to selling out
Reconsider
Give the heavens above
More than just a passing glance
And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance
I hope you dance.”

She took the words right out of my little doggie mouth.

 

41 Responses to “Dance Like Nobody’s Watching”

  1. Just picked up a used copy of Simple Abundance, A Daybook of Comfort. I look forward to exploring it. Nice to know it’s Wiley approved. Thanks for “liking” my blog post on music!

  2. seeker Says:

    Happy Dance like Snoopy

  3. 7pageslater Says:

    Haha, very true! Most of my friends are afraid to do little random wiggles/spazzes in publicx but who are people to judge if they don’t know you? If they do, then that’s a different story.

    I forgot to add this in on my blog, but I also used to take ballet. I quit last year after having lessons since I was five years old. I may not be the best at the other dance styles, but I can dance, and pretty epically at that.

  4. scrapydo Says:

    This is so awesome! I told Trompie how you love dancing. Tromp says:To tell the truth my mum and I also have these special steps we do early in the morning.

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  6. Oh Wiley, you included one of my favs ~ I Hope You Dance…keep dancing sweet pup!

  7. maggiemq Says:

    Shake your tail(feather)!

  8. Nicole Marie Says:

    Great musical choices, Wiley. My doggie Nevada likes to dance with me too. 🙂

    • What kind of dog is Nevada? Thanks for dropping by..come back and visit me again soon!

      • Nicole Marie Says:

        I definitely will! You are now on my “follow” list. 🙂 We recently adopted Nevada from a local shelter. She is some sort of Hound Mix. We aren’t sure exactly! She is 2 years old. I’ll be sure to post some pictures!

      • Shelter dogs rock! I was one myself…my mom and dad brought me to my forever home at about the same age as Nevada….I am so happy that you found each other!

      • Nicole Marie Says:

        Thank you! So happy for you, too. We are very blessed to be able to give Nevada a great life. Now if only her and her kitty sister Jewel would stop hiding from each other and be best friends!

  9. Such true words Wiley. I am a big fan of Simple Abundance, I never tire of reading it over and over – always something new strikes me. Funny how it has taken me until my 60’s to not be so concerned about what other people think.

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  11. restlessjo Says:

    After that awe-inspiring header, reading this post really made me smile, if not dance. (hard to dance with the laptop on your knee)

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  20. Reblogged this on Wiley's Wisdom and commented:

    Some of my favorite moments with mom are when we dance. Not because I particularly like dancing, but because mom seems so happy when we do.


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