Foot Lose: Dance where your feet go

Dancing has always been a passion of mine, for me dancing is not just an art form. A rhythmical performance where the body is the brush and the moment is the canvas. No, for me dancing is the only way my soul can break free. Although for the record I am not a good dancer, the best dance step I could make is standing still while someone dances around me. It does not deter me from dancing in my own home, however. (or at a bar after eight shots of tequila)

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As a reflexologist, the highlight of my day is when I am attending to the needs of my ballet dancing friends. You see a have always had a soft spot for feet that have been worn by dancing. Some of my friends jokingly refer to it as my grotesque foot fetish.( And sometimes I think it is.)

But it’s more than being sexually aroused in the presence of feet. The feelings I have is that of tender respect, each callous is caused by a pirouette, each blister formed because of rigorous training, the veins that protrude on the delicate skin is like the wings of a dragon; it shows the strain of the dancers as they unfurl their wings and submit to the fiery embrace of the music.

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I admit I have this small pang of jealousy whenever I watch my friends explode in a whirl of arms and legs, but I have learned that dancing is not just about perfect choreographed synchronicity, but it’s about surrendering to your own rhythm and dancing the hell out of it.