Interpretive Dance

I am sitting in the corner of a gigantic room in Pasadena.  There is live music playing.  Everywhere you look there  are objects to prompt creativity.  Easels, a vintage typewriter, books, people are painting, some woman is waving a red shiny flag and there is a girl next to me doing an interpretive dance.  Literally just busted right out into modern dance.  I don't want to stare at her.  She's good.  Perfectly on the beat and flailing herself about the room, every move  is on point with the music.  There is a small part of me that thinks she's ridiculous and just wants everyone to look at her and then another part that says well good for her.  She is expressing herself.  Like in the biblical days.  She is currently doing peekay (not the correct spelling ha) turns in a big giant circle,  oops she just caught me looking at her.  Well she's getting what she wants and I'm writing about it.  Now, she just threw herself on the ground and slid across the floor, flipped her hair and looked toward the ceiling.  Damn, she's in shape.  Makes me want to get to a ballet class pronto.  How shallow of me?  Wanting to know her workout regimen and she probably wants me to decipher the message of her moves.  Well she's definitely rejoicing and being very dramatic about it.  Oh who am I kidding?   She is a beautiful dancer and I am probably just envious because of (a). the taut tushy and (b). she has the balls to work it in front of everyone in the room without a care in the world.

Earlier I went into a smaller room and had received prophetic ministry from a group of seven people.  I have never experienced this before.  It's kind of like going to a psychic but not.  My psychic days are over after I went to some lady with too much armpit hair that told me I had a generational curse on the women in my family and 250 dollars later I was cured.  Those were my doormat days.  Come right in and walk all over me.  Not anymore I say.    This experience was from a very spiritual perspective.  They pray for you and tell you what they see.  They told me that I was a teacher and I have the ability to affect many with my words.  Out of nowhere tears started streaming down my face.  They said my plan was great and I naturally set a good example for others.  So in hindsight I guess being kind to all the schmucks of my past was a good thing.  What they said really inspired me to keep going in the direction that I am.  Don't we always wish we woke up and smelled the coffee sooner.  Oh well my senses weren't as sharp back then, they are now. This new cast of characters in my life are lovely, filled with kind words and encouragement.

I just looked around for the dancing girl, she's gone, but I will always remember.