Dancing

So, this particular word brings to mind another word

for me.  Awkward.   For some strange reason I was not 

blessed with natural rhythm.  I can sing you some 

beautiful stuff all day but if asked to dance to it, 

forget it.  I always felt like I could booty dance.  You 

know, 9th grade L.L. Cool J and your friends, I could 

dance then right?  hmm.  Well, if I could then I lost it 

somewhere down the line.  Along with actually wanting 

to get out there and do it.  I don't dance cause I don't 

want to.  At least that's what I tell myself.  Why miss 

out on the interaction?  So, I am sitting aside my 

embarrassment about looking weird in hopes of 

actually enjoying the act of dancing.  It sure wouldn't 

help to be able to dance to my own songs either.  

The first step:  Find A lovely instructer who is really

patient.  I didn't tape the whole hour session but I 

did get a overview of each move and what it looks like 

when executed.......

properly that is.  

Hmmm this is one of many pen drawings of mine.  Usually one

takes me a couple months.  Truth be told, I honestly 

don't know how to draw much more than circles, 

triangles, boxes, oh yeah, and random everyday things 

that have embedded themselves in my memory.  I haven't actually 

counted, but in this picture there are several different 

meaningful objects.  Such as the frequency waves found 

throughout.  Or the v's in the shape of the United 

States.  (Also, to the top left I put OBAMA.  And to the left 

I added HILARY.  (Which I learned was spelled wrong, oops.) I 

incorporated the election in my drawing and I 

thought that was fitting since it was my first voting 

experience.  What else?  Lets see... lots of stuff... oh hahaha 

my infatuation with Cherry Coke and Charmin 

(CHARMON) the mon bein' some Island flavor.  

The drawing was finished in St. Croix during my 1st visit.