The last time I danced, I deeply enjoyed the music flowing through my body…
My body following… following the crazy jazzy, saxy, juicy sax… each note… each turn… each surprise just around the corner… each second so differently… each moment was one of love…
The last time I danced I couldn’t think of anything else being more mighty delightful, than this crazy jazzy, saxy, juicy music leading and me, just letting my body follow… crazy jazzy, saxy, juicy body… crazy jazzy, saxy, juicy life…
Jazzy, saxy, juicy… jazzy, saxy, juicy… Surprise, marvel, wonder… How much I love my body… how much I love the way my body moves… follows… moves… breathes… just me and my body, what a bliss, what a celebration…
The last time I danced I was true to myself… in that dance I gave up my shadows and went for the light… I broke my heart open and sensed in every cell how much I love my feet… how powerful I am in following my feet… moving my head… going along with my shoulders moving through air…
Foreward, backwards… all around… all around my head… not holding back… just being… not caging myself, not fencing myself in, but jumping instead… over the treshold… into the light… this is me… this is for me and for me only and I celebrate fully enjoying myself…
My life is mine… my life is mine… my dance is mine… I own my body, my life, my dance, my power and my medicine… I can heal the world through dancing my dance… no other way to go than dancing my medicine!
Light, light, light… turning, curving, curling… up and down… back and forward… round and round… inner and outer… I move through air… dancing my medine…
(photo by Bob Willoughby; Concert of Big Jay McNeely at Olympic Auditorium, Los Angeles, 1953)
