Ladies – Square Dance Sewing

Why We Square Dance – Why I Dance

by Larada Horner-Miller – http//www.laradasbooks.com — Copyright 2016

It’s a Friday night
Or
A Saturday night
A dance night!

The week lasted for eons
grueling
I had my work face on for five days
and I kept going.
I finished this week
Exhausted!

My family needs drained me
I am wilted,
ready to dissolve into bed!

But it’s my dance night.
I breathe deeply,
I know!
I select my square dance outfit.
What do I feel like tonight?
Red or turquoise

Southwest design or frilly lace?

The familiarity of my weekly routine
takes over
Systematically I put on my outfit
As each layer goes on,
my perspective and energy level changes!

First my hose
With a deep breath, I release part of my stress
Then my pettipants
Oh my, it’s going—another deep breath
my top and skirt
My goodness—a glimmer of hope
my belt
A smile slowly crosses my lips
Next, my matching petticoat and shoes
Yes, I sigh with relief
Finally, my club badge
To identify who I am—

A square dancer

A spray to finish my hair
a touch of lip gloss
A final look in the mirror
A pirouette and a spin
crinoline flowing
I am complete!
My exhaustion replaced with anticipation!

The drive to the dance hall
becomes a time tunnel
a vacuum, a timeless space
void of the demands of this world
stress-free
relaxing

Either soft music in the background
or
a compatible silence
or
a casual conversation

A bridge between the world out there
with its demands
and the dance world
with its pleasures!

Friends greet me as I enter the dance hall—my dance family
The music starts
I step onto the dance floor
and I am free!
The carefree child within me
spins round and around
claps her hands
and
Shouts for joy!
I am free!
The tip starts,
and I am safe to spend
two hours
In sheer joy and ecstasy!
I drop the world’s cares and concerns,
at the door,
kicking them out of view!

So if you have problems in your world, join me
and
leave them at the door!

If you are angry or sad
The magic begins
when you show up
and
dress up!

The music starts
and
I step onto the dance floor!
And then the real magic takes over!

Cares melt down my shoulders
and flitter away on a breath
giving a lightness to my step
Sorrows cluster together
and ride away on an angel’s wings.
Music playing
I am surrounded by dear friends
I step onto the dance floor
It is a safe place
and I am free!

That’s why I dance!