My Grandma died. I am heartbroken. It hurts more than I can say in words.
Yesterday I read this great post on Belinda Davidson’s blog about dancing through ego. Using dance as a way of release.
This morning I woke up feeling all kinds of indigo blue. I had a good cry while Dada hugged me. In the shower, I realized I felt like I wanted to scream and shout because of the anger and hurt.
Suddenly, I heard this song in my mind. I decided that I wanted to really hear it and to dance it out like Belinda suggested. (See, there are no coincidences in life. That post came right when I needed it.)
I danced and swayed and jumped and moved my hips and threw my hands up and my sadness slid off my body and onto the floor like a silk slip. The pain was replaced with joy and just feelings of gratitude for love and family.
“Cause I was feeling down and now I’m feeling better.”
Life is rough folks, sometimes we gotta scream and shout and dance it all out.