Yesterday I was belting out the words to my favorite “hand clapping, foot stomping” playlist. My trusty mini camper van (Gypsy Jack) and I weaved around the winding mountain roads of Canyon Lake Arizona. I was feeling alive and free and didn’t care who was watching.
Sensing a fun time, my friend Tom, who passed many years ago, appeared in the passenger seat and we promptly chair danced together. We laughed out loud and I enjoyed the warm wind in my messy hair. I’m sure if he had more hair he would have enjoyed that too.
A new, high energy, song came on my otherwise familiar playlist. It was freaking awesome to have a road trip, dance-a-thon with Tom! It felt like old times. As the beat got more feverish, I playfully pointed to him and said, take it Tommy! He proceeded to dance in a fashion that will never and should never be replicated by another human. I LOVED it.
Suddenly I realized what had been repeating as Tom was doing his dance solo was, “I feel alive, I feel alive, I feel alive.” I was stunned and for a moment all time stopped. Once regular human time kicked back in, I laughed so hard I almost passed out from lack of oxygen. Tom joined the laugher. I asked, “Do you Tommy? Do you feel alive?” His fantastic big grin spread across his face and we proceeded on to the rest of our road trip. Best. Tommy Time. Ever.
Tom says, “I approve this message.” (Laughter)
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