I feared that I wouldn’t feel you… that there was no resurrection of the death you had suffered and so as we approached the club we both listened for the music that once determined our moves…
Arriving a little earlier than usual, the dance floor was still unoccupied and so my friends and I went to sit where we could chat and laugh.
Perhaps it was the strawberry cocktail; it was definitely the good company I had, that allowed to feel completely at ease…
No stress, no disappointment, no pressure… just a night out with the girls to celebrate one of my best friend’s twenty sixth birthday.
Taking out our invisible microphones, we sang to the music and measured the cute barman’s rear end while distracting the guy in front of us who was oblivious to the fuming, jealous girlfriend sitting next to him.
I believe it was Tina Turner’s “What’s love got to do with it” that inspired us to open the dance floor. Most eyes where on me and my friends as we ignored what people may think and decided to let loose in the space that allowed us full reign of the music.
People began joining us soon after and we even got a show from the owner that decided to show us his incredible Latin dancing talents. I smiled as it made me recall a similar show mostly seen at Company Christmas parties in Lisbon.
Our space become more and more limited as people crowded the dance floor. Catching a glimpse of more friends, our big group decided to take over the space on the first floor where we could dance as we wished without being pushed or shoved.
And that’s when I felt you! Right there in the middle of my favourite people, my friends… the people that are responsible for most of the memorable moments in my life. As my body swayed from side to side, I felt you take over my spirit in full regeneration…
I feel you more intensely than ever! Moving my body with the music I feel your power defining every movement … every sway, every turn… taking control of my spirit’s expression! I felt you inside me and welcomed you back with my every step.
Not caring whose watching or what they’re thinking, I embrace the rhythm of my soul by dancing. Dancing like no one’s looking… dancing like I’m being filmed… dancing to express my spirit… dancing for that someone special… dancing for someone who’s not there… dancing for no one but myself… simply letting go in the form of dancing.
Life has a way of silencing our forms of expression with hurt and disappointment. At some or other point in your life, the artist, the painter, the singer and the dancer may die within you even if you don’t will it so… But it is only a momentary death, a time, a phase in which you can’t move your feet or express any joy from a broken soul.
But then… just like Spring comes after a cold Winter, so too does your spirit revive and you find that you never truly lost what you thought was dead…
Rhythm was merely waiting for me to rediscover it again.