I’ve just been rocking all morning, after reading Debbi’s post on Shagging on the Pier. Still got the music going in the background while I’m writing---consider all typos a product of energy and rockin’ in my chair.
I just LOVE the idea of this---the night air, the energy, the music ringing out over the ocean, and all that fun and foot action. I first heard of Shaggin’ on the Beach about twenty years ago, when Chris’ Sis and her new husband took Shag Dancing lessons and then went to gatherings all over NC. It just seemed like the funnest thing, ever---going out with your partner, having such a wonderful talent in common, with the free-hearted steps and movements as effortless and easy together as breathing.
I think of those long-ago, fun evenings often now, with a bit of gentle dolor, for that dear, young-hearted couple have since taken in and adopted FIVE of her daughter’s children, each as they were born, and and are now raising this second set of kiddos, ages eighteen to five, with all the attendant school and soccer and all the other joys and problems of parenthood---at OUR AGE, with grandchildren older than the younger ones.
They’re our Heroes, and they’re in my prayers and thoughts every day, with all this later-in-life burden and blessing they’ve taken on, embracing it with all of their dear kind hearts. I like to think that they take a moment, now and then when a familiar song comes on, to lose themselves in a spin around the kitchen in that effortless, easy grace.
And I still think of them as dressed and shining, all that energy and rhythm and music filling the evening breeze in that happy gathering. As they DANCE.