Aching Afterglow - June 22, 2015

My first Milonga (an evening of tango dancing) was celebration of laughter, dressing up, pleasantry, and of course lots of practice of the dance. I followed the exhortations of "don't think, just dance, keep the feet moving, don't apologize, there are no mistakes in tango" and was pleasantly surprised with the outcome. It was more fun than imagined.

Then home to lay in bed enjoying the aching of balls of feet unused to heels and being trod upon for a few hours. 

What a mystery that has pulled me into this practice that I see is deeply layered, connecting, and satisfying.

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