This weekend I had the opportunity to spend some time with my roommate. Her dad was DJing at a small Blues Festival in downtown San Francisco. The highlight of the event - a lady that must have been in her late 70's or 80's, who was jamming to the music. Her physical range was not great, she even used a cane when she walked, but when the music played she danced with all she had.
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3 comments:
I would like to think I would dance the way I do now and have fun with it.
I think the meaning of dancing would change.
My grandma did even though she was bound to a wheelchair and was frequented by pain. I could see it in her eyes.
It can see how it has changed for me over the years, but the spirit of it remains.
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