Dancing Woman

She danced to a rhythm only she could hear.

When she first started dancing nearly forty years ago, she had no wings.

But it was often said she danced as an angel might, her long skirts flowing and twirling.

She danced at home.  She danced in the streets. She danced her way into church and she danced in the Safeway while choosing frozen peas.

I believe she danced through her dreams each night and then danced her dreams each day.

About fifteen years ago, she found a lump. Rather, she found two. She eventually danced her way to the doctor’s office where she was referred to a specialist, and then she danced her way there.

She paused in her dancing through the biopsy and danced up a storm when the doctor told her the lumps were benign. She danced as she told the doctor she’d live with the lumps.

But the lumps grew and within a few months they sprouted tiny downy feathers.

She danced her delight.

By year’s end, the downy feathers had become tiny wings.

Each year the wings grew, and each year she got her clothing adjusted to accommodate their size. After seven years the wings stopped growing.

With her wings, when she danced she could flutter off the floor, spin in the air, and touch lightly down. She danced her joy at having wings.

She said she would dance on her own grave.

Published by Emilie

I'm a retired instructor from a community college where I taught Developmental English and Reading as well as English as a Second Language. I'm also now a published author of a bilingual children's book entitled. Luisa the Green Sea Turtle - Luisa la Tortuga Verde del Mar. It's available from me, through Amazon, and is in a few (more and more each day!) bookstores.

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17 Comments

  1. Ah, ha! You’e lived so long on land the original Mexicans inhabiated that their spirit has seeped into your feet and climbed up your body to your brain and you now write like my current favorite author, Luis Alberato Urrea! (The Hummingbird’s Daughter)

    1. You may be right, Marybeth! There are days when I think a small earthquake or a medium flood could move me and my house right to Mexico. Not that I would complain, you know!

  2. Lovely, Emilie. This is how I want to live each day. Thank you for reminding me with your beautiful writing.
    💕🌵💕

  3. Based on a real person? Maybe she can give us lessons for Dancing in the Time of Covid… and Dancing our way out of 2020… Maybe 2021 will have the wings we all need.

  4. Beautiful Emilie! Dancing in response to life, to all its joys and its challenges seems like the truest, deepest response we can give. Thank you for the inspiration

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