Like David Danced

26 Oct

My Take

DiVoran Lites


When people began to tell me about their line dance classes and what good exercise they were and how much fun it was, and when I discovered that there is a line dance class at my church five minutes away, I decided to give it a try.

That’s where I was yesterday between 10 and 11:00 AM. I wanted to see if I had the stamina and brain-power to learn the steps. It was supposed to be a beginner’s class

Even though I’m older now, I have never lost my love of dancing. I still get carried away in my own kitchen. My friend Patricia says she does the same. Unlike his wife, Michael, I know it was right for King David to express his joy before the Lord in dance.

At first the teacher who is also a senior (according to AARP standards) tried to show me every step and make sure I got it before we moved on. She even raised her voice at me once (and she was wearing a mike.) That’s when I turned to jelly inside and thought I’d better scoot away while I could. But somehow I got the courage to ignore my fear and soldier on.

Soon I was on my own keep up or not. We did about half a dozen songs and each of them had some or one new (to me) step.

One of the dancers suggested I get in the middle of the small group of ten. That way I could see somebody’s feet no matter which way we turned. In a way it was a good idea, in a way, it wasn’t. I’m like a kid when it comes to distraction. One woman had the most colorful and beautiful athletic shoes I had ever seen. Another had sandals that laced up her ankle, but she didn’t know the steps as well. A gentleman in front of me wore black cowboy boots. I probably should have been watching his feet all along.

Every once in while the teacher says, “How are we doing.” I realize she is speaking to me and I shoot back, “Good!” If I can’t quite turn at the right time, if I’m going east when everyone else faces west, if I have to make up my own steps, well, I’ve decided to enjoy myself. I’m loving the catchy songs and I feel a genuine smile blooming. I think maybe I have received help and courage from a higher power.

After 1 hour and six different dances I hear again, “How are we doing?”

“I am completely flummoxed and tired, but I’m having a good time,” I answer. Many voices assured me that this wasn’t a beginner’s class as I had thought. That made me feel a bit better. Now, I want to go back, but I don’t want to mess up the class. I left with a half- promise, “I’ll be back.” I should have added the old Western saying, “Good Lord willin’ and the crick don’t rise.”

3 Responses to “Like David Danced”

  1. DiVoran Lites October 26, 2015 at 11:51 am #

    Alas, you well-wishers and encouragers. I have decided not to take line-dancing after all. I would have to dedicate too much of my life to learning and practice. Now I’m thinking about a treadmill.


  2. Louise Gibson October 26, 2015 at 11:49 am #

    Such fun! I was right there in class with you, DiVoran, telling my feet to move in rythem with the others. Dancing was my very favorite activity in my late teens and early 20’s.


  3. Old Things R New October 26, 2015 at 11:13 am #

    I think you should find some fun shoes to wear to dance class, maybe you could use your painting skills to design a unique pair. So glad you found a happy church!


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