Hey Babes ..... Let's Move It

Dear Bloggy Babes and Babbetts.

That time again. Snow'n and blow'n outside and we don't want to brave the cold for our exercise. Below is a short video I made to a group of "My Fabulous Generation" about seven months ago after I had just turned eighty. Flamenco is my favorite form of dance and it teaches grace and agility. Grab a fan, (or not) get your butkus off the sofa and follow along. The basic step throughout is just side, ball change. Let's all have fun together.

P.S. Men can do it too. Leave out the fan and keep your fingers straight in a more rigid position, the only difference between men's and women's style.

Some Days Do You Ever Just Want To Run Off To Spain And Be A Flamenco Dancer?

I did that once. Sixty years ago to be exact. I'll let you in on a little secret. Once Flamenco music gets into your soul, it never leaves. Flamenco dancers wait for the Duende. It's that special emotion that happens at a moment that spellbinds listeners. Duende isn't a constant. It can happen one day and not the next.

Lately, I've been getting rid of the "stuff" in my life. It bogs me down. I have to return to that feeling of freedom. Perhaps I won't be a street dancer in Seville but I will be free to chose my existence. I fulfilled my responsibility as wife, mother, grandmother ...... and now it's finally my turn. Oh Glorious Feeling.

Below is a street dancer from Seville. Welcome it into your soul and perhaps you'll join me.

Adios Amigos and Ole