Caller's Delight
Talking to electricity
What I wish I could bottle are the smiles. Once the steps are learned and my eyes drift from the feet to the faces—it meets me there- the magical wonderment: Row after row, smile after smile- Deep, genuine, and contagious, like electrified energy. It’s an antidote to a weary, disconnected world, these small pockets where surprise, delight, and connection stand as a beacon of hope.
There’s so much right in those moments. Dancers, new and experienced, young and old, laughing, conspiring, and sharing together. No words can truly hold it. You have to taste it for yourself to believe it.
I wish everyone could be the caller—you witness things the dancers don’t, zooming in to view the kaleidoscope unfolding, to notice every small human interaction. You’re in it, yet somehow above it, drinking it all in. After everyone is dancing, I tend to fade into this background, becoming one with the music and the faces, writing them on the pages of my heart, wishing it could last an eternity. I imagine this is what a painter must feel, observing his canvas come to life, setting the strokes in motion and watching the colors dance in joy.
Perhaps one day, I’ll find a way to bottle those moments and pour them out for you to understand. In the meantime, come dance with us. Taste and see for yourself how enchanting dance can be.
