
Years ago, as a gift for my daughters, I painted two paintings on the theme of dancing.
Yesterday, I wrote a poem entitled, Why I Dance.
I knew that somewhere I had a photo of the painting I’d created for my eldest daughter and went in search of it. I thought it might make a good accompaniment for my poem.
I found the painting, (believe me I was surprised!) but… I wasn’t all that pleased with the work. At the time, it was good. I had only been painting for a couple of years and it was a reflection of my nascent skills and talent.
But, (and yes, there’s always a ‘but’) I had totally forgotten about the ‘when’ of my beginning to paint until I started working on a new piece to go with my poem.
I started painting in the throes of a relationship that almost killed me. I had mostly quit writing. Writing is about truth for me and the truth around that relationship was enshrouded in so much pain and fear and terror I could not, would not, didn’t dare express it.
On that first day when I picked up a paintbrush, I found a way to express myself through creating beauty to block out the pain and fear I lived within every moment of every day.
As I look back on the gifts that painting has brought me, I am humbled by its power to transform fear into faith, pain into perseverance, horror into hope.
My eldest daughter taught me how to paint.
My daughters teach me how to love, the darkness and the light, within and all around me.
Writing teaches me every day how to walk in truth.
Painting awakens me, every day, to the beauty, within and all around me.
And here’s the thing about writing. This post is not at all what I had thought it would be about when I started typing this morning.
And then, the words appeared and as is the way, they just kept flowing as I flowed with them.
I’d type more but… Beaumont the Sheepadoodle is sitting by my desk, staring at me with that looks he gets when he feels I have been sitting here too long. “It’s time to get out into nature,” he says with his emploring eyes.
And I believe him and am off to dance with nature.

Why I Dance by Louise Gallagher There is no rhyme or reason to why I dance there is only the beat pounding pulsing pushing my body to move cavort contort into expressive release of the energy coursing through my veins limbs extended reaching out as if in that one fluid motion I can grab on to nothing but air and fly as high as the sky free of all earth bound need to be tied down. There is no rhyme or reason to why I dance. There is only the desire to fly free.

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I identify so much with your words around why you write. It’s the same reason I write. It was my only release in a time where it was dangerous to use my words out loud. And now… in this moment. I realize how many times i experienced that in my life… thank you for the gift of realization, gratitude for my freedom to speak now, and for the gift of experiencing your, through your writing, your art and your dancing… you are a true gift
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Dearest Terra Dawn, your words kind of leave me speechless — they are ringing so deeply in my heart.
Thank you my friend — and one day… soon… I hope… we will have to spend some time together writing, creating, playing… and DANCING!!!! ❤
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So inspirational, beautiful and touching…..out of something so painful in your life came something so amazing – your talent and your happy place – you truly are a gift to so many.💕
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Thank you Val — my daughters have often said that while that time in our lives was awful, they wouldn’t not change it. The growth, learning, experience taught us each, and collectively, so much about love and loving and compassion and truth and beauty… life. Many hugs. ❤
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Yes we all grow through our struggles don’t we. They are our best teaching moments!
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That they are — as an experiential learning though, I’m teaching myself it’s okay to go for the ‘small’ experiences — I don’t need to go for those big ones all the time! 🙂 🙂 ❤
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Oh so lovely
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And you are oh so kind Joanne. Thank you. ❤
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Louise, you’ve done it again! I caught a spark and I think we may have another song…. I recorded a rough idea on my phone. I too was in a toxic relationship that music pulled me out of. I was married to a person with borderline personality disorder (undiagnosed, but obvious once I knew what it was) I love the swirl in your dancer… makes me want to sing.
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Oh my!!!! How exciting. I love it when our muses collude and dance and sing and create together! Such serendipitous happiness!
Can’t wait — and oh my re the BPD — so very challenging, particularly if undiagnosed and unaddressed.
Can’t wait to hear your creation!!! ❤
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❤️ “There is only
the desire
to fly
free. ❤️
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It is fantastically healing when we find that one thing that allows us release. So very glad you found yours (and don’t be so hard on your earlier self – that painting is full of emotion!)
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