The healing power of dance

The healing power of dance Most days, like many Yukoners, I leave my paid employment to begin the "job" of grocery getter, child picker-upper, negotiator, dinner maker, fun provider and general all-round super mum. At times, this job is a bit tiresome. A

Most days, like many Yukoners, I leave my paid employment to begin the “job” of grocery getter, child picker-upper, negotiator, dinner maker, fun provider and general all-round super mum.

At times, this job is a bit tiresome. At times, I would like to do better.

On September 23, around 4 p.m., my brain was on hyper multi-tasking speed and a smile was not easily finding its way to my lips.

However, as I drove en route to Riverdale, just past the FH Collin’s track field, my eye caught site of unusual movements. There ahead was a young man, about 17, in a T-shirt and toque “moving to the groove” of his music without containment.

His hands and arms reached to the sky as he moved his legs in a rhythmic beat.

He was joyfully “getting down,” unaware of the rest of us driving by.

A smile reached my lips and happiness filled my soul. What I watched was complete abandonment É and what I felt was delight.

I went home with my kids and danced.

Thank you to the young man who unknowingly brought lightness to my afternoon, made a weekday dinner invigorated, and gave me the push to do better É to have fun.

Laura Lang

Whitehorse