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The Freedom to Dance.

Yesterday, Husband and I took Sausage to The Village Green Arts Festival, a free event at one of the large parks near our home, which had various musical acts, dancers and artists performing throughout the day. It was a nice way to spend the day as a family, we met some friends and Sausage had a great time dancing, destroying everyone with her magic wand (that’s another story…) and nicking the food from our friends’ picnic! There were a lot of people there, thousands in fact, more people than Sausage has ever seen in one place I think, but we’re off to Cambridge Folk Festival at the end of the month, so this was like a warm-up show for her!

While we were sitting waiting for The James Taylor Quartet to come on stage (it was supposed to be local boy Get Cape. Wear Cape. Fly. but apparently he pulled out due to illness), we noticed a bloke dancing to the music that was being played in the interval. At first, I though it was hilarious, but the longer I watched the more fascinated I was by the freedom and abandon with which he was flailing around. He literally did not give shit what he looked like or who was watching, he just wanted throw some shapes.

So he did.

When was the last time you allowed yourself to be this free? Judging by the look on his face, it felt pretty bloody good, so maybe we should be taking a leaf out of his book and instead of standing idly by or mocking, we should get involved, throw abandon to the wind and fling our limbs around, even just for a few minutes.

Can’t hurt to try it, can it?

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