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LACMA Latin Night
As I dance! |
I can find the rhythm of life in anything. My thoughts dance in my head. My fingers type at a syncopated rhythm that I don't control, just know when it appears and flow with it. My tongue dances when I'm speaking or singing in a language between God and me, a language he created for and about me. My body adjusts to rhythms around me without thought that movement is not only eminent but inevitable. And although chemotherapy has sometimes taken away my ability to move without challenges and with quirky rhythm, I know I have to dance.
