We all give prayer in different ways...

It was a long time ago that I made the decision for myself that when I wanted to dance, I would dance. I am not willing to lock down something that brings me joy, just because it's "weird" or other people wouldn't understand.

And so when it started raining, I dashed outside to bring my bicycle indoors, and then after, just stood there for a moment, feeling the warmth of the pavement through my bare feet, and the cool of the rain as it fell against me. I had my ipod on.

I danced.

Two songs worth, on the sidewalk and in the street, just leaping-twirling-moving, alone save the music in my head. Mama nature gifted me a perfect summer thunderstorm, I reciprocated the only way I know how.

(My gods ask for nothing save that I love myself, and become powerful, and use that power for the good of all. I try so hard to be better. Dancing helps.)

I did not hurt anyone. I did not get in their way. I paid enough attention to remove myself from the path of traffic (vehicular or pedestrian). I did something that made me happy-solid-real, and I refuse to be bound by others who would call me strange. I am not meant to dance alone in the rain on an empty street? No. That's not me.

If I am given the choice between following society's unspoken dictates, or dancing when I feel like doing so, I will pick the dance, every time. Because I am the kind of person who, when she wants to dance in the streets, does so.

And I wouldn't have it any other way.

~Sor
MOOP!