Irving Berlin wrote it in 1927 and in 1930 Fred Astaire danced to it and now it has resurrected in these scenes of dancing in a wintry Moscow—and look who emerges from the limo? Although it must have been planned—those dancing soldiers and street cleaners didn’t just show up—it still has the grace and exuberance of sheer happy movement.
And that’s what we all need right here (wherever here is) and right now. For me, it’s a Zoom dance lesson for which I dress up even though my partner and dance teacher is on the screen.
For me it’s hiking with Pip on the overcrowded trails here, having finally realized that all these people out to move are as desperate as I am to escape four walls. And besides, their dogs give Pip his essential dose of sniffing for today.
So we move on through the lengthening months of this pandemic with no end in sight, performing the rituals of movement that keep us sane.
Thank you for blessing a weary heart on a sub tropical Kentucky afternoon. I’ve enjoyed the celebration Putting On the Ritz video from the time you shared it until 11:11 pm EST. A first for me in repeat plays.
I feel your posts are timely and astute narratives with spirit and love. And sometimes I believe quite sardonic.
Thank you.
I love to repost them on my timeline.
Will Johnson