An acquaintance shared how he and his wife faced the empty nest years. With passing years, they could easily have drifted further into their own worlds, so they got intentional. Together, they chose a song often played on the radio. They agreed, that whenever each heard the song begin, he and she would stop what they were doing, meet in the kitchen, and dance.
We might all need a dance party right now. A breather, a calm moment of sweet music, an escape into memories of your dancing days. For some, your favorite Hamilton tune, maybe Beautiful Crazy, or something more along the lines of Jumpin’ Jack Flash. Hey, the choices are endless. My brother invited friends to post their favorite get-yourself-moving playlists. I’m building mine. Dance alone, dance wildly, dance virtually, dance however you can. Dance like no one’s watching. Because, probably, no one is.
Leonard Cohen’s Dance Me To The End of Love is among my go-to songs. I am partial to a more recent version by The Civil Wars. May these lyrics soothe you, as they do me.
Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin
Dance me through the panic ’til I’m gathered safely in
Lift me like an olive branch and be my homeward dove
And dance me to the end of love
Please dance me to the end of love.
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