I went to Body Choir this evening. For those unfortunates of you that don’t know what that means, it’s a two hour speechless free-form dance session to eclectic music.
I went with low expectations, and a harrassed disposition, but I went gladly. And I’m glad I did. The opportunity to spin around and wave your arms and dance and laugh and express yourself through your body was just the tonic. I stretched for a little while as the dancing kicked off, rolled off, hopped off. I stretched a little longer and smiled at some familiar faces. I’m lucky to know the smiley peoples.
I stretched a little longer and decided with the little voice inside my head that was coming between me and being in the moment that I wasn’t getting into it. After another 15 minutes, someone made an announcement that this was the Body Choir birthday weekend, and asked who was new. A few hands including mine went up, to cheers and applause. The lead lady then announced that this was super bonus three hour session in honour of the birthday, and reminded us to set boundaries on what we could manage physically, mentally and emotionally. So I said cheerio to MJ and left.
I went into Body Choir a little tense and with several fistfuls of things that I had to do. I left transformed. The movement did have a profound effect on me. I left thinking there were several fistfuls of things I’d rather do, and that punching things was one of them. In light of m7superstar‘s take yourself too seriously day I went to pick up some Dr. Pepper, came home, didn’t punch anything, and proceeded to set about getting on with the rest of my life.
That’s all I have to say about that.