I repeat that line often, as it dances through my head.
Dance is my pulse, my heartbeat, my breathing. It’s the rhythm of our life. It’s the expression in time and movement, in happiness, joy, sadness and envy.
Where do you dance, what makes yo dance?
Hope you’ll join me Saturday Oct. 12th at Coronado Public Library 12:00-3:00 to write your story . and afterwords we’ll go dancing!