I watched him rock back onto his heels, a bright smile on his face as he clung to his partner's hands and kept the beat, dancing was never so beautiful to watch. When a normally quiet engineer (or journalist or software designer) suddenly glows under the influence of music and friends, I believe dance is pulling us into its magic glow. The other day I attended…
As I watched him rock back onto his heels, a bright smile on his face as he clung to his partner's hands and kept the beat, dancing was never so beautiful to watch. When a normally quiet engineer (or journalist or software designer) suddenly glows under the influence of music and friends, I believe dance is pulling us into its magic glow. The other day I…
A friend of mine recently noticed that a painting in my dining room was an original with my name in the corner. He told me that he wanted to know more about the part of me that studied and loved painting, not just the isolated section of me that identifies with stories and being a wordsmith. Another friend asked me, how does my love for painting,…