Here it is:
It feels like I am here early again. It doesn’t start till 4pm. I want to see who is on before the meditation. Hellos and hugs, how’s that thing we talked about last month? People dealing with the last month, happy to be here, here and now.
Working on it.
Different bodies, different minds and here, now. How good was the last one? Were you here? First time? Oh, a friend told me about it and this is them. Lounging and laughing, there’s the photographer and I’ve been sober since 2021, what’s your story?
Where did you hear about Good Clean Fun?
Someone’s been introduced and the set is good. It’s made me think, I’m drawing or writing about how it made me feel and talking about it to someone.
Then it happens. There’s a shift when participation kicks in. Meditation, tai chi, yoga, something to connect you to the present.
Over my being is a cascading breath of ease and I know I am enjoying this solace and I am currently satisfied. Maybe I’ll peek and see how everyone else looks and they all look wonderful and as calm as I feel. Maybe I crack a joke or someone else does. It’s a good mood tonight and wonder if I will see those people that I was dancing with last month.
Meditation ends and I’m ready, maybe I’ll eat before and give my legs a rest, be sure to because last time I was dancing from 6pm till 10pm nonstop.
Okay me, I often give good advice but very seldom follow it.
It’s good food and always good service. I’ll top up my water too for later as I’ll need it.
In the thick of it when I am dancing, there’s enjoyment and something I can’t get from anything else. Watching others groove too and stealing a move and smiling, laughing.. it’s been an hour the floor is filling up and oh a surprise! They made it! Hugs and whoops good energy.
My shoes have been off for a while as I like to slide in my socks.. there’s nothing like this and I catch a moment, a small moment that I cannot put my finger on. A connection that takes me somewhere else as the flow I am in has been there for hours waiting for me to catch up with it. Laughs and compliments aplenty. I shimmy and whistle when there’s a good song on.
Somehow it ends sooner than I wanted it to, but there’s no badness, no hangover tomorrow, just aches from dancing too much after a miasma of dizzying spins and catching a movement by someone as they improvise some leans or poses or footwork and flows that I’ve never seen before.
This joy of movement with others becomes a thing to look back on and forward to and when the pics get shared, oh there I am.. Hey, I think a have a friend who might like to come, I should give them a phone…