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,