The Moment. The Music. The Dance.

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LATIN DANCING is the only time when it is socially acceptable to forget about feminist rights and power struggles. When it is okay for her to obey every signal and request given without question or rebuttal. When a lady can JUST DANCE with a man… forgetting to be tough and independent for just a few moments… and letting him make her feel like, well, A WOMAN. –Diana Linay






My brother asked me the other day why I liked to dance so much. I had to think for a moment to answer because dancing is so much more to me than merely "dancing"





So much more because...

*I am free to be whoever I want to be. Whether I am crazy and untamed or smooth and seductive I am -in that moment in time- exactly who I want to be.

*Children dance about their houses without judgement or refrain and when I dance I could care less about what people are thinking of me. Just like a child I could GAD whether they think I lack skill or if they dislike my style. I do not dance for them- I dance for the sheer joy of joining myself to the music.

*It is a part of me. When that Latin beat starts- be it bachata or merengue, salsa or tambores, there is something inside of me that stirs. My blood rises and my heart starts beating in time to the rhythm. I can't help it. Just as magic courses through Harry's blood- dancing runs through mine.

*When my dance partner is holding me, spinning me, leading me, I don't have to worry about all the five billion things that are wanting to weigh me down. No. I can lose myself in 1-2-3 , 5-6-7. I can envelop each and every one of my senses into the beat, into each movement, into the song.







Dancing is joy. Dancing is bliss. When I dance I am as free as I could hope to be. So dance like there is no one watching. Dance like it doesn't matter who you are or where you are going. Dance because there is music- whether it be in your heart or aloud. Dance. Dance because time goes by all to quickly, each beat marking another moment. You decide if you will succumb to the moment, to the music, to the dance.










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