Blog 3113 – 05.08.2024

Touch Me When We’re Dancing

Yesterday’s song Top Of The World and the line in today’s song, “You’ve got me up so high I could fly coast to coast” speak of that feeling at the the top of the emotional ladder that we refer too as euphoria or ecstasy. Some of us due to our particular circumstances I.E. “luck of the draw” and perhaps a personality that leans toward always seeing the cup as half empty at best, spend little or no time feeling high unless it is chemically induced.

A dear long time friend who battled with his own demons and passed a little over a year ago told me once that in addition to drinking way more than his share of alcohol that he had experimented with a host of drugs. Of all of them he particularly preferred the high of cocaine. My friend Roger said a cocaine high was like one hundred sexual orgasms simultaneously. I remember saying something like, “Wow, no wonder it is so addictive.”

Many people become addicted to drugs after taking pain medication, but I think many more get hooked on a feeling, a high, that for whatever reason has otherwise eluded them in life. I have never been much of a drinker in fact it has been several years now since I even took one drink of alcohol. I only started drinking in my forties as a protest to spending my early years in a fundamentalist Christian cult that forbade drinking alcohol and doing anything really that seemed pleasurable, even dancing. None of the things they thought so sinful were as bad to me as the otherwise hateful and hurtful habits that I saw in that sad group of individuals. They say, “All families are dysfunctional.” My church family certainly was.

I shared recently about lying so I could take my girl friend to my Junior/Senior prom. Years later I realized we never should have had to lie about one of the most wonderful times in our young lives. Holding each other and dancing together is a memory that still brings a smile to my face and I hope to hers. She passed almost twenty-five years ago, but still has a place in the hearts and minds of all who knew and loved her. She certainly touched my heart and she loved to dance. “What’s wrong with that, I’d like to know.”

Your friend and fellow traveler,

David White

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Touch Me When We’re Dancing