The Dance Floor Never Closes 🐝🐞🐢🦋🐸

For the Bee 🐝

Let me tell you a story about a bee, a turtle, a ladybug, a frog (possibly grasshopper- my memory fails me sometimes), and a butterfly.

Once upon a time, when we were younger and responsibility free, we would drive down to the Jersey shore clubs and on the nights we decided to go — we went all the way. Fabulous makeup. Hair done. Platform shoes. Glittery outfits. We knew the music would be right, danceable, hypnotic with a beat that would move us for hours!

Once we were inside, in that heat, with all those people and that music — we danced. For hours. By the end of the night our hair was flat, whatever was in it was gone, makeup completely off, drenched in sweat. And I remember having such a great time. Connected to each other. Connected to that dance music that only the Shore could deliver.

I don’t know what it’s like down there now. My club days are long gone.

But the bee recently left our club.

She’s with us in spirit — I know that. And I’ve been sitting with the strange, beautiful timing of her passing and this dance music that keeps wanting to come through me. I’m a woman of a particular age, I don’t entertain the idea of going to a Jersey Shore club now but I do miss that music. I miss what it did to our bodies, our friendships, and our freedom.

I’ve been working with ai for pictures of my future self, professional editing, and most importantly to help me see my blind spots. I use it for context. I use it to assist me in the areas where I feel ignorant or unsure. What I’ve found is that it allows me to express and create in a way that shatters expectations. It feels fun. Intuitive. Imaginative. Nerdy. Self-safe. I’m not a dancer- ok maybe during my club days I had potential . lol. I’m not a DJ. I’m not a music person. But something wants to come through — and I’m letting it.

I started inputting my words and what I can remember that resembles a good beat in an ai music app. What has formulated out of that is dance music, inexplicably. I don’t go to clubs anymore, honestly some days I can’t stay up past 9pm 😳. I don’t even write about dancing. I connect to my heart and write, I write words I need to hear to make it through the day.

I don’t think it’s a coincidence that it sounds like this. I think this is my friend, the 🐝, reminding me of our dance days. Reminding me to live, laugh, dance, and write.

I remember her in her platform shoes, her blonde hair, her six pack, shaking her booty to the latest dance music without a single care. I remember her effortlessly turning around and asking the random guy that pulled up and started dancing with the side of her that didn’t have eyes, to get off. Then, seamlessly turning back around and jumping back in to the dance beat!

To you, my friend. The bee. 🐝

This dance music is my ode to you. Somewhere, somehow, we are still on that dance floor together.

Here’s to the Jersey Shore nights, expression through dance and to shifting paradigms in order to help whatever message wants to come through you — actually come through.

🎧 Different Is Your Superpower — out now on Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/album/60rscbI7QeuKyXvsUuO58x?si=Q038SjKiS2CAzlFSodqwuw

In my heart, our memories will live. In my heart, we’re still dancing. 🐝 🐞🐢🦋🐸