The Road Less Tango’d

Two roads diverged in a wood
and sorry I could not Tango both,
and be one dancer, long I stood.

Not ready to choose,
I paid the price to stay.
Pretending I didn’t want what I wanted,
I denied the ache and
stitched together a life of silver linings.

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A Cry of the Heart… the first official Dance Shoe Diaries

My step-father died last year. During the nine months we cared for him, secrets, addiction and dysfunction obliterated my nuclear family.

Without words to express myself, I turned to the place where my feelings have always been welcomed… the dance floor. I am grateful to Mica, Brenda, Melissa, David, and Jonathan.

Eternally I am grateful to dance… for holding space for my grief. For not asking me to analyze everything or get over anything.

Sometimes the only way to break free of your demons is to dance with them.