Move, move, move

I love how uninhibited young kids are, often expressing themselves with crazy gestures and wriggly bodies.

Sometimes I think how fun it would be to twirl and skip and wave my arms around just because someone said something that made me happy. Or, to throw myself on the floor, scream, and kick because I couldn't have my way.

When does that freedom expression change? When do we get so self-conscious that we suck our expressions back inside, leaving only the vestige of our former selves in the lack of a "poker face."

I have friends who can't talk without waving their hands about, and I love that about them. And I know it really helps me to rub my hands on my face when I'm tired, or sad, or frustrated.

But I'm pretty sure I'd be considered a lunatic if I threw myself on the ground and sobbed because my favorite cafe just ran out of the soup of the day.

So I was delighted to see Bobby McFerrin's wonderful video "Opportunity," I just love how he puts his whole body into his music. And while I know full well he sings acapella, I swear it didn't really sink in till midway through this piece that not a single instrument but his voice and body supplied the sound track.

Enjoy!



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