Woman on a Journey

The Dance

“I Hope You Dance” by Tia Sillers
 
Lovin’ might be a mistake 
But it’s worth making 
Don’t let some hell bent heart 
Leave you bitter 
When you come close to selling out 
Reconsider 
Give the heavens above 
More than just a passing glance 
And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance 
I hope you dance 

As I watch the couples on the dance floor, tears gather in my eyes and I fight the spillage. Swallow, just swallow. It will be okay.

Newly romanced, the hopefuls, and the long-timers filled the floor. Some touching and synchronizing, others gyrating their individuality and exuberance.

I’m thrown back in time, to those awful junior high dances, standing wallflower, trying to pretend I don’t care.

Why will no one stay and struggle through the more difficult steps? At least try to find the beat?

Don’t think. Don’t think. Don’t think.

Did I step on his toes? Did I spin too far out of control? Did I close my eyes too long? Or lean too hard against him?

I watch the couples dance — the secret looks, eyes meeting and becoming smiles, hands resting against a familiar back like it has for ten, twenty, thirty or more years.

I wanted that. It’s all I’ve ever wanted.

My sister dances toward me, takes my hand, and draws me onto the floor where I smile, blink, and join the dance.

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8 Comments

  1. I wasn’t a wallflower in school, but I didn’t feel the happiness, confidence and comfort of my own Dance until my husband.

    Beautiful post, Maery Rose.

  2. I love that song. I actually gave the book that goes with the song to each of my three sons for Christmas a few years ago. The words are a pretty good recipe for life. Your musings were so touching and so apropo to dancing ~ the movement of love. Weddings can be a pretty melancholy experience. I’m glad you were there for your sister.

  3. Dancing…Junior High too soon, uncertain.

    Dancing…High School beginning to spread your wings, more confident.

    Dancing…Life, relaxing, finding the rhythm, go with the flow, knowing who you are.

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