If I Can't Dance, I Don't Want To Be Part Of Your Revolution
Dancing as Liberation
There are countries where it is a punishable crime to dance.
Women must cover their heads, never riase their voice in song and never ever display such immoral conduct s dancing.
Those who forbid the dance forbid life.
If they tied me in ropes Held a gun to my head And forbid me to dance I would dance in my head.
If I woke up tomorrow Without limbs that would move I would dance in my soul.
If dance were taken from me I would snatch it back. I wold dance with my eyes. I would dance with my breathing. I would dance completely still. I would dance with the atoms moving inside me.
I would dance in the mingling of voices around me Layering transcendence swooping into each other. I would dance n the red-blushed sky that caresses the tree line. I would dance on the call of the geese that cut through the sky above me, my winged partners in the dance.
If dance was taken from me I would snatch it back.
I would dance passion. I would dance pain. I would dance magick. I would dance at my labor and dance at my rest. I would dance my power. I would dance my palpable joy of existence.
n some countries it is illegal to dance. It is illegal to display such immoral conduct.
Dancing is an act of liberation. It is for those who must dance in st
I'm a woman, a Witch, a mother, a grandmother, an eco-feminist, a gardener, a reader, a writer, and a priestess of the Great Mother Earth. Hecate appears in the
Homeric Ode to Demeter, which tells of Hades who caught Persophone
"up reluctant on his golden car and bare her away lamenting. . . . But no one, either of the deathless gods or of mortal men, heard her voice, nor yet the olive-trees bearing rich fruit: only tenderhearted Hecate, bright-coiffed, the daughter of Persaeus, heard the girl from her cave . . . ."