What Dance Is to Me

What Dance Is To Me

        More than just a rock of the hips or pacing to the beat, so much more than ‘jamming up’ or fist pumping to your favourite song. Dance is a continuous experience. I say this because once it has its grasp on you it never lets go. It manipulates and puts you in a trance every time the stereo is turned up.

         I believe dance is the ability to fall unfathomably in love with music. ‘Love is blind,’ the old saying goes, well, as is dance. It matters not what type of good music is played, be it soul, pop, gospel, reggae or hip - hop, so far as it’s backed up by a good beat, the spirit of dance shall surely be summoned. The phenomenon that is dance can be explained as an uncontrollable passion which overwhelms and takes captive anyone fortunate enough to stumble upon good music. It does this in such a way that the dancer has no choice but to lose one self wholeheartedly and surrender to the rhythm.

        The evolution of dance – the fact that various steps us human beings are acquainted with metamorphose over the years – is as result of the erratic nature of the experience. One cannot control the steps he or she may ‘bust’ while in the dancing spirit. This spirit, I believe, belongs actually to King David. His angelic soul is perpetually moved by good and wholesome song so much so that he grants all dancers steps, passion and rhythm to match the music and dance as he did. This spirit of David, however, overwhelms only a lucky few. I happen to be one of the few this perquisite has been bestowed upon, as dancing is my passion. For me, dance completely submerges; the never-ending experience leaves an insistent numbing effect. In it, everything fades into the background, standing alone on the dance floor – I become the dancing queen.  All other things pale in comparison, I am left vulnerable, victim to the music moving until the last beat drops.