Last night, I danced at my cousin’s wedding. Danced like a toddler does, right up front.
Like this.
I’m guessing everyone else out there enjoyed Sara Bareilles’ music video for “Brave” at some point in the past two years. I just today discovered it on About Face, a website promoting positive body image.
Just as she intends, Bareilles’ video shivers open a smile that leaks tears.
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Remember the game you used to play in the doorway? You stand facing out and press the backs of your hands hard against the doorjamb. You push there, muscles working, and count. Twenty, thirty, one hundred. Then you step out, and after a breath, marvel as they rise.
As if invisible threads.
As if a secret deal to suspend the laws of physics.
For most of the hours in most of the days, I push hard against something. The clock, a hunger, my doubts, someone’s needs.
The deadline breathing fierce at the base of my skull.
The flashing cursor, the buzzing phone.
The undertow.
It seems a whole life becomes this pressed angle, wedged here in a narrow doorway. I barely recall the name for air.
Until song calls me out, and shows me again the secret to tricking gravity.
Shannon E. Williams 
not a fellow fan of that song/singer but always good to lose oneself in the doing of something pleasurable here and there
Ha! I can’t stand the song either. The dancing is what gets me. Tell me this: What soundtrack would you use for joy this goofy?
this one gets me moving, not sure how kid friendly it is tho so maybe for alone time
Now that’s a blast from the past! Nice.