I always find it odd when people are not "allowed" to dance. Dancing is instinctual. Give a small child a rhythm, and he or she will start bouncing in time to that rhythm. That's dancing.
I get that there are some dances that could easily . . . um . . . go further. (Someone at a wedding reception long ago--someone who'd had too much to drink--wanted to dance with me, and he turned it far more sexual than I was comfortable with. One of the groomsmen ended up cutting in and rescuing me from the guy.) But to forbid all dancing is like throwing the baby out with the bathwater.
What I find amusing is that the church I grew up in didn't . . . recognize? . . . dancing. Wedding receptions held at the church didn't allow dancing. Receptions held elsewhere did. At the women's retreat each year we had what was called "Christian aerobics"--which was actually country line dancing. Apparently, calling is "Christian aerobics" made it acceptable. Our minister danced with his wife at a wedding reception (held off-site). So, you know, dancing was allowed, it just wasn't . . . promoted?
Of course, I always point out that Jesus performed his first miracle at a wedding, a wedding at which he was a specially invited guest (he was allowed to bring his friends). Guess what. Jews dance at wedding. Ergo, my supposition is that Jesus danced.
One of our friends here was raised strictly, it sounds, and he's got a great story about dancing. He went to a college where dancing was forbidden. However, "choreography" was a necessary part of drama productions. He attended a concert at the school where some of the kids got up and danced. Someone shouted "No dancing!" or some such, and someone shouted back, "It's not dancing; it's choreography!" After which many more students got up and "choreographied." Bwah!
Sorry. Didn't mean to go off on a tangent. I love dancing. Always have.
You might be interested in reading this entry (http://feliciakw.livejournal.com/127453.html) from a few years back. In it, I talk about my love of dancing.
So yay that you're dancing! Dancing is a celebration! It's fun! It's good for you! Everybody dance! \o/
One of the selling points of the twist is its simplicity. Anyone can do it. If you get a chance to see the movie I mentioned, I highly recommend it. It's fascinating.
Endocrinology appointment! \o/ I'm so glad I found this doctor. I'd wanted an endocrinologist for years, and this doctor has been a great help to me.
So good to hear from you. I hope that things have calmed down enough for you that we'll see you 'round these parts more often.
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I get that there are some dances that could easily . . . um . . . go further. (Someone at a wedding reception long ago--someone who'd had too much to drink--wanted to dance with me, and he turned it far more sexual than I was comfortable with. One of the groomsmen ended up cutting in and rescuing me from the guy.) But to forbid all dancing is like throwing the baby out with the bathwater.
What I find amusing is that the church I grew up in didn't . . . recognize? . . . dancing. Wedding receptions held at the church didn't allow dancing. Receptions held elsewhere did. At the women's retreat each year we had what was called "Christian aerobics"--which was actually country line dancing. Apparently, calling is "Christian aerobics" made it acceptable. Our minister danced with his wife at a wedding reception (held off-site). So, you know, dancing was allowed, it just wasn't . . . promoted?
Of course, I always point out that Jesus performed his first miracle at a wedding, a wedding at which he was a specially invited guest (he was allowed to bring his friends). Guess what. Jews dance at wedding. Ergo, my supposition is that Jesus danced.
One of our friends here was raised strictly, it sounds, and he's got a great story about dancing. He went to a college where dancing was forbidden. However, "choreography" was a necessary part of drama productions. He attended a concert at the school where some of the kids got up and danced. Someone shouted "No dancing!" or some such, and someone shouted back, "It's not dancing; it's choreography!" After which many more students got up and "choreographied." Bwah!
Sorry. Didn't mean to go off on a tangent. I love dancing. Always have.
You might be interested in reading this entry (http://feliciakw.livejournal.com/127453.html) from a few years back. In it, I talk about my love of dancing.
So yay that you're dancing! Dancing is a celebration! It's fun! It's good for you! Everybody dance! \o/
One of the selling points of the twist is its simplicity. Anyone can do it. If you get a chance to see the movie I mentioned, I highly recommend it. It's fascinating.
Endocrinology appointment! \o/ I'm so glad I found this doctor. I'd wanted an endocrinologist for years, and this doctor has been a great help to me.
So good to hear from you. I hope that things have calmed down enough for you that we'll see you 'round these parts more often.