10/09/2026
I’ve been having a flick through this rather lovely old book, The Dance of Life.
It was given to my grandfather 100 years ago, and he gave it to me 27 years ago — so so it’s been quietly in my life for a while!
This bit caught my eye:
“My style is a dance… every day I count wasted in which there has been no dancing.”
I like that.
Just moving. Listening to your body. Stretching when you’re stiff. Walking the dog. Rolling your shoulders. Putting on a favourite song and having a kitchen wiggle.
Moving slowly. Moving badly. Moving because it feels good.
No rules. No performance. No perfect pose.
Here’s to finding a little more movement in your day. 🤸🏻♥️
