I danced last night

I danced last night

Last night we listened to music

As we prepared for bed

I picked up things, wiped off things,

Put things away .

I watched my steps, being careful with each one.

I recalled my lessons on how to move,

How to be mindful,

How to balance.

I practiced each move with each move

From one end of a room to another.

The music played on.

"What are the words?" my husband asked.

I tried to sing along, realizing I only recognized them, hadn’t memorized them,

Familiar though they were.

The words filled me with strength, for the music was my favorite.

I let go of the counter, the chair, the wall.

I stood straight, knees gently supporting me,

Torso strong and straight.

My head held from above by an invisible string.

The music played on.

I began to move. I moved as I had for years.

I moved as I have not for years.

I lived each step. I loved each move. I covered the floor with my feet,

My heart expanded with each step, each shift, each beat.

I was the Eye in the Sky, looking at myself.

The moments held me in their embrace,

Thrusting me back into the world.

I don’t know how long it will last, or even if it will.

That’s not to matter.

But, I danced last night.

I danced.

I actually danced again.

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  • Cool :)

  • Sad but very sweet.

  • So sad, but so true. I think we all wished we could dance like we used to.

  • Very touching...

  • Treasure the moment.

  • hi anaemone

    yes it is great to be free of this thing for a while

    enjoy your dancing !!

    lol Jill :-)

  • live life for its moments

    My time is coming near

    but it is not death that I fear

    But what I leave unfulfilled

    Of regrets I have but they are few

    Of promises that I made

    that are still pending to do

    Of dreams I made to do one day

    And places to visit in future times

    I pray there is an after life

    And hope there is no Hell

    Is life fair I cannot say

    But while my time is drawing to a close

    I will not cry out against the night

    But embrace my time I have

    And live for the today

  • I'm glad I learned to dance. Have to remind myself everyday. I miss my dance teacher who died of sarcoma last year. Turning on the music is the first step.

  • Make the most of each day we have. Maybe today we can't dance but maybe tomorrow we can. If it's only for a day then so be it, there is always tomorrow and maybe something we couldn't do today.

  • This is inspirational and also instructive. I think that when we listen to music we access different brain pathways that we can use instead of the more used ones that PD has blocked. I often use music to get me in motion.

    Has anyone else had similar experience?

    Aloha Jill

  • I try to "Move Like Jaggar" in my kitchen! I think you have a valid point...Music helps me to move.

  • I love this poem...Well put!

  • The other evening my husband was feeling a little better so I sasked him to dance with . He danced forwards . backwards , and to each side . .. Later when he got up to go to bed he briefly stated to jog on the spot . !!!!!!!!!!!!! today he cannot get out of the chair .. or freezes when he evenually does . . HEY HO WHO KNOWS MAYBE TOMORROW !!!!//

  • This is beautiful....I hope you will dance again soon! I just joined this sight because my mom had had PD and reading all the posts is making me sit and cry. You are all very brave...

  • The love and support this group shares continually amazes me. Thank you all. You each hold such a special place.

  • Brought tears to my eyes. I could see you in my mind as I read your words that were so eloquently written. I was cheering you on as you danced with such grace. So happy for you!

    Cheri :)

  • My mind sings a song with cymbals crashing

    My voice hums a song with pride.

    My feet move to the beat of "Foot loose"

    My legs move to the song of hum

    My hands conduct a lulaby

    My arms move to Baytoven's Fifth being hummed.

    My hip face shoulders have all decided to accompany

    Each on its own time.

    The music being played is one of a kind.

    Entitled. My lips hide the smile my heart sings.

    (thank you for the Inspiration to write this as I wait for my friend)

    Hugs to all

    Barbara

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