(written at
The Kripalu Center for Yoga
and Health,
R+R with Delycia)
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| "Dance Party", charcoal, by Connie Chadwell |
I
injured my shoulder a few days ago (playing kickball with my grandchildren),
but today for an hour around noon there was no pain and no problem, for I was
dancing with absolute rowdiness with Delycia and a few dozen other upstart,
audacious dancers. This was the
famous “Noon Dance” at Kripalu – 60 minutes of madness and freedom and forgetfulness
of troubles for one and all. We were led by a warmhearted teacher who taught
us, slowly and easily, to simply let go and take pleasure in our ability to
move. Before too many minutes had passed, we were prancing and swaying here and
there, throwing ourselves around among strangers of all shapes and ages. I swirled
past people who, perhaps, were suffering from secret griefs of all kinds, and
yet only smiles could be seen. Overweight or willowy, we forgot our sorrows and
sore shoulders and lost ourselves, for an hour or so, in the joy of jumping and
skipping like blissful dancers.
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