happy just to dance with you

I guess I would say if I am “working” on anything about myself these days that could fall under the entirely ethereal concept of “improvement” it is to be more spontaneous. To be spontaneous to the point where spontaneity nudges consciousness completely out of the room. Preparation as chatter.

Here is a definition of “spontaneity” from The Cambridge Dictionary – ‘Spontaneity is the quality of being natural rather than planned in advance, or a way of behaving in which you do what feels natural and good whenever you want to.‘ That sounds like Spontaneity 101. I’m thinking more in terms of Spontaneity on two hits of mescaline. A wild level of no think just do.

Sometimes what you see here as a mountain bench post just came flying in out of a nowhere and I scribbled it someplace or used the remaining memory cells and transcribed it here. This post for instance, in the Camry after a sweaty walk, at a stop sign.

The Hollies sang “Stop, Stop, Stop All the Dancing.” Chris Montez sang “Keep on Dancing.” Wilson Pickett invited us to a “Land of 1000 Dances.”

This is my dancing mind.