it's dancing for me

In my new house I can dance in the kitchen. I have been turning furniture and rugs this way and that to find what creates the best space, and after experimenting with both ways, I turned the rug in the kitchen the direction I mentally dubbed "hippie"; i.e. room for dancing and yoga between the stove and table, rather than in a line of walking though and past from the door. Yes, this was the arrangement that was clearly preferable. I can't push back against the obvious. In this instance at least, the hippie way is best for me.

It's dancing I want to do more of to heal the new and persistent crick in my back, it's dancing I want to share with Ixa; it's dancing palms held high to receive the blessings we can imagine spilling from heaven, shaking out magic and praises and thanks for the amazing life we get to live here. Praises that we have a home at last. May some of the luck overflow and reach those still in search of their own star to call home.

Later I will add a picture of the kitchen; for now this picture speaks to me of the commitment I want to make to link my excitement for and through dance with my singular dancing queen who has her own budding passion for it.