Jump for Joy

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Click to visit Jump for Joy

When I started blogging to promote my books, I had no idea the extent to which entering the world of bloggers would be its own reward. There is a joy to keeping a journal, and a feeling of accomplishment in working to make it interesting, well-written and attractive to others. Better than that, though, is that when random people like a post of yours, you look at their blog. And so many times you discover something wonderful.

I’ve been using the phrase “dance for joy” as a tag line for my novel y1. One of the main characters is a fire dancer from Kiribati and the story itself centers around the human need to seek joy in one’s own life. But jumping for joy is close, so when I came across a blog called Jump for Joy I had to check it out. Wow. It is a photo project “Showcasing the beauty of the human spirit — in mid-air — around the world”.

If looking through these beautiful photos of all kinds of people everywhere leaping into the air doesn’t make you smile all the way down to your bones, I don’t what will. Visit them and enjoy!

 

Dance walking for joy

From Your True Voice

From Your True Voice

Ben Aaron of NBC is tired of being filmed participating in various fitness crazes that he dislikes. A few days ago he found a form of exercise he could finally embrace. If this short video of him discovering dance walking on the streets of New York doesn’t make you smile, then you probably need to put on some dance clothes and go try it for yourself.

Dance Walking Video From Superstar Magazine

Not sure how I would fare trying this on the streets of Houston, much less in the outskirts of the city, where I live, but then again it might be just what this part of the country needs. We get the red states dancing, we get the blue states dancing, and maybe after awhile everybody will stop worrying about what kind of state they are in and just enjoy themselves!

Rockettes and Rockets

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Click to visit the Rockette’s Homepage

If there is one career I absolutely cannot image myself pursuing, it is that of becoming a Radio City Music Hall Rockette. Seriously. Starting with my lack of rhythm and ending with my disdain of having strangers stare at my body, the list of why I would be extremely unsuited to this occupation is almost endless.

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So imagine my surprise a few years back when I asked my sister-in-law, who I think the world of, what she would have been in life if she could have been anything. It seemed a harmless questions as we set together in a hot tub sharing drinks and laughing, You guessed it, in her secret dreams she is a Rockette. I was so taken aback that I didn’t know what to say.

This year for Christmas, her grown daughter took her to see a Rockette performance, and their mutual joy reverberated throughout my online social network . And I thought, good for her. This is great. She is having the time of her life doing something I have no interest in what-so-ever and isn’t it wonderful that she gets to be her.

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There was a time years ago when she and I were looking for a movie to see together and I remember her responding to my top suggestion with “oh it sounds like one of those dumb things about outer space and rockets. I hate that stuff.” Of course, I loved movies about rocket ships and all things science fiction back then, because in my secret dreams I was an astronaut. Today, I write “that stuff”, and she cheers on my creative efforts even if she doesn’t particularly understand my interests. She is performing in the chorus of a community play this weekend, and I cheer her on too.

Rockets. Rockettes. Whatever. It takes all kinds and isn’t it nice that you don’t have to be alike to be able to enjoy someone, or to appreciate what they are. It’s enough to make me want to dance for joy. As long as I don’t have to do it wearing sequins and doing high kicks of course.