Rowan Tree and Red Thread

We're in the car listening to Peter Gabriel sing the Magnetic Fields' 'The Book of Love'. He gets to the bits about the book being full of "instructions for dancing".

Rowan pipes up.

"I don't need instructions for dancing. I'm clever!"

Indeed you are, love.

I've just been dancing. I'm home alone at the moment. sammywol and our daughter are visiting my parents-in-law, and the dance just took hold of me. I was listening to Frou Frou, the band Imogen Heap used to sing with. The song was "Must Be Dreaming" from the album Details. Its beat was infectious and without thinking I cleared a space in the living room, turned the volume up as high as it would go (pretty damn high) and started a frenzied dancing.

Now dancing and fat, white 30-somethings don't always go together. Who cares? The song was on a loop and I danced for about 12 minutes I'd guess, at my discoordinated, frenzied, white-boy best. I'm exhausted and euphoric. Nothing proves Descartes more wrong than this: mind and body functioning together, each influencing the other, and together making ... me.

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