I have never moved like the others I dance with. All of their dances seem the same thing - vapid happy flowers that don't embrace the distinct nuances of the different types of music played for us. They miss the most essential element of dance - connection to the earth. That's where the power lies. Feel your feet on the floor. Move up your body - let the feeling in your legs and pelvis push you around.
So tonight I'm doing my thing and I see out of the corner of my eye - the mirror image of myself. But it's not me. He is strength and grace personified. He moves as I do - at first I thought he was imitating me, but it's just his dance. I wonder what that means, but I pull my focus back on me.
Until my beloved chaos, the night is a struggle, but I find my chaos and even someone to share it with. One of the flower people has seen my dance as a challenge and I find myself dancing with him in chaos often.
After chaos, I find myself face to face with my doppelganger. I'm scared to death of dancing with someone as strong as I am and I look away from him.
I find my next dance as more of playful, lyrical game with an amazing woman I have never seen before. We chase, laugh, fall down and hug. I love her and I don't even know her name.
It was a great night, but I'm haunted by the man who moves like me. What kind of man is he? What makes his dance like mine? Seeing him out of the corner of my eye tonight was probably as good as it gets.
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