TWENTY FIVE
Today I half learned a new dance. It was a traditional Lebanese community dance and it pretty much consisted of a whole line of people (mainly men) stamping their feet really loudly and whistling and doing quite difficult leg kicks and jumps.
I attended a fundraiser that a friend of mine had organised; raising money for children in East Timor. BLESS.
I haven’t laughed so hard at myself (or my mummy) in such a long time. I honestly had tears of laughter in my eyes as I clumsily attempted to join in, hunched over, staring at these men’s feet, thinking to myself: aren’t you supposed to be a dancer, little girl?
It was so much fun.
I wish shiz like that would happen more often.
It also made me realise something important.
I need to go back to class.
I need to roll on the floor and stag jump down a room and attempt to stand on my head and flip over my legs and stretch my little body out so it finally feels back to normal.
Crack
stretch
push
rise
bend
breath
be.
AMEN X
