Yes,
I danced! Last night (Saturday, 21st
September) I joined a group of about 100 people at this year’s Harvest Barn
Dance, hosted by the parish churches.
The Maverick was at work, but I still had a partner for the folk
dancing; a lovely Korean lady named Jeesun.
The Maverick
and I got acquainted with Jeesun over Christmas 2011. The organisation, HOST UK , connected us with
Jeesun, and she came for Christmas.
Looking back, I’m surprised I didn’t write about more of our UK Host
guests. I did write about HOST UK in a
previous post: http://areednotbroken.blogspot.co.uk/2012/02/host-uk-and-november-visitor.html
Because
HOST UK places serves students, most of the adult visitors return to their home
countries after they finish their masters’ degrees. In general most HOST UK visitors only visit
their guests homes once or twice. So it
seemed unlikely we would get to see any of our new friends more than once. But I am on the social network http://www.linkedin.com, and sent out an
e-mail to people in my e-mail address book; one of whom was Jeesun. She accepted my invitation to link-up and
sent me a message. I discovered that she
was still in London. So I invited her to
come for a visit.
She
came yesterday, bringing with her a tin of lovely Korean biscuits. We sat on the couch, chatting, drinking tea
and crunching the crumbly treats until it was time to walk to the school where
the dance was being held.
Unfortunately,
Jeesun had purchased a return ticket for Saturday evening—and she had to leave
the dance an hour into the event. Her
fish dinner was packed into a courier bag and I walked her to the entrance to
the park she would have to walk through to get to the bus stop.
Besides
the dancing, and a take-away dinner that was catered in, there was a
raffle. I passed on the opportunity of
purchasing tickets, because I have so much stuff around here that I don’t
really need I didn’t want to bring anything else home!
I
really enjoy the social events hosted by the church, as it gives a person a
chance to talk to other people you see on a Sunday morning, but don’t really
have a chance to talk to, get to know.
The
dance finished at 9.00 pm. Several
people from the three congregations busied themselves with stacking up the
chairs, folding up the tables and setting the hall in order. The trash had been collected through-out the
evening, so it was also carried out. All
was done in 10 minutes—almost before one could turn around twice.
Usually
I just sit on the side-lines, chatting with friends, and secretly wishing I was
bold enough to get up and dance. This
time, I was glad that I decided to “get over myself” and join the others on the
floor. I wasn’t the only one who was a
novice. It wasn’t a contest. And at the end of the evening, my heart was
still dancing—right until I went to bed.
Serving Jesus, Author of our
faith,
“Lady Helene”
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