In front of a mirror with the ballet bar in my hand, toes pointed, arms gently curved, a deep plié.
Glissade, jeté, pas de bourreé, assemblé.
At weddings, spinning in the highest heels, only stopping for a sip of champagne or a slice of cake.
Around my bedroom with curlers in my hair, getting ready to go out with the girls.
In church, arms raised if the Spirit moves me.
Barefoot at a summer concert.
With my friends, jumping, throwing myself around the club room at Young Life camp.
Swaying and moving with a guitar in my hands.
Dancing in the kitchen, after a long day, ipod speakers, wearing yoga pants, an old t-shirt, socks on my feet.
Oh and did I mention I have the best dancing partner these days?