Nothing beats a stormy mood like dancing. Dancing at the Admiral, swing dancing with married men, dancing free form at NIA, belly dancing with Shannon, hula hooping, dancing by myself in the reflection of the late night cabin. It is the only cure. Now that I have gotten over my fear of swing dancing, I might make it down to Grove House this week for a lesson.
We are also forming a dance group- with segments incorporating different types of dance for a finale project. More like the Fly Girls. Lets see if we can get Caveman to perform for this. It could become an act(:
- NATASHA SHEALY-natasha@thenoise.us
- Marshall, North Carolina, United States
- Writer & slow food advocate.
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