Dancin in the Kitchen -

I love these nights.

Nights when that impromptu feeling comes over you…..

Good bottle of wine. Check

Good music. Check

Late dinner. Check

The body starts moving around the kitchen floor like your feet are taking on a life of their own. The beat starts working. The music and the wine blend and the rhythm finds its way into your soul.

For me it’s Butternut Wine and iheart radio playing oldies like Gary Puckett and the Union Gap, Charlie Rich, BJ Thomas, and a multitude of other favorites that take me back to the days that music started meaning something to us and we danced on the gym floor or in our rooms, or anywhere that a group of us would get together.

These days, we don’t have places that we go dance. I have yet to find a bar that they play music that I love and the only time we ever really dance is at weddings or some rare party that are few and far between. But our souls sometimes itch to dance. Our feet are ready to move. Our bodies ready to jive. A song comes on. The beat is good. The stove goes off. And pretty soon we’re there. On the floor. Having fun and moving to the beat. This happens alot when my daughter and I cook together. “Dancing Queen” comes on and we can’t help ourselves. We have found that moment where the beat takes over and like a defibrillator jolt we are up and dancin in the kitchen, entertaining her girls and my granddaughters with embarrassing moves that, I’m sure, they will reminisce about in future days. Cabin. Kitchen. Dancing. Nana. Mama. Silly.

The point here is this. Don’t hold back. Don’t ignore those moments. Don’t coup up your soul. It gets stagnant, you know. Find it! Let it move. Let it feel. Let it take over your body. Put the music on. Have a glass of wine. Get up. Turn the stove off and hit that kitchen floor and get your groove on.

Simply yours,