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March 2, 2012 / ccollinsonjones1

Dance like no one’s watching

Totally looked like this

You know that guy on the hill by the stone circle at Glastonbury? The one who has eaten a few mushrooms and is freestyle dancing on his own to a tune only he can hear? He looks happy, doesn’t he? Well I have important news: there’s no need to be bum deep in mud and eat a fistful of hallucinogens.

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There are two words that strike fear into the heart of any self respecting Englishman: expressive dance. Or perhaps: moving meditation.

I arrived at the church hall expecting to turn myself almost inside out with embarrassment. I left relaxed, full of energy, with a troubling urge to hug strangers and be enthusiastic at people.

There are no steps to learn in this dance class. You just move how you feel, with the music and with a little guidance from your instructor. It helps that the room is quite dark.

I started slowly. Bit of stretching. Then I braved some dancing. First of all just the fairly normal dance floor basics, then ‘four year old at wedding’, then ‘stoned chick at freshers ball’, then ‘guy on hill’. Eventually it’s not even dancing, just sort of moving.

You forget your inhibitions (or laugh at them). The chatter in your mind switches off. Then you’re just body and music. Weird little pains pop up as all your tense bits loosen.

Look, I’m sorry but I can’t describe this without sounding like a massive twat. You’ll just have to take my word for it: if I can do this and actually really enjoy it then anyone can.

I recommend this class for people who want to loosen up a bit, physically or mentally. Take a friend and just get stuck in. If you’re struggling, channel your inner guy-on-hill and shut your eyes. No one’s asking you to grow your armpit hair and start calling yourself “Sky”. And don’t think for a minute that this is just for women who talk to their cats. There were several men in the class (including the instructor) and they were all bouncing around, perhaps even more so than the women.

I’ll be going again next time I find myself being grumpy and uptight.

Ok that about sums it up. I’m off to throw away all my shoes and weave some foliage through my hair.

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  1. welshcyclist / Mar 5 2012 7:48 am

    I’m the original dad at the wedding when it comes to dancing, or “moving meditation” as you describe a certain stage of dance? Embarassment, in my case, is only being able to see the activity, so I avoid videos of such scenes of myself getting down and dirty, and like you I believe I’m totally the guy from “Dirty Dancing”. Ignorance is bliss, but for myself I’ll “attack” moving meditation anywhere, anytime, even bursting into song at the same time, much to the consternation or entertainment of my colleagues and family. Quite frankly I don’t care. Enjoyed your post, only wish we had such classes out here in the wilderness.

    • ccollinsonjones1 / Mar 6 2012 11:37 am

      Brilliant! I should loosen up and do some dad moves at work I reckon.

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