Thursday, July 31, 2008
Dancing mother and daughter
I have to make a contribution to the simple pleasure list...I'm making a dailure. Last night I took a dance class with my 17 year old daughter. It was 'pure' dance; not pilates, not aerobics, not yoga but dance. The teacher was an older "hippie" with all sorts of tatoos. She turned on the music and just started dancing. My daughter and I had no idea what we were doing but somehow it didn't matter. We were dancing! And the music just took us...it actually took us into one another, we sort of stumbled over each other, but it didn't matter because we were laughing and dancing. And that was a real pleasure!