I was at an open mike night recently. As someone sang a song the sista in front of me started to move to the melody where she sat. And then I thought about HOW MUCH I love the way black women move to music. Her arms were raised keeping the beat, fingers snapping, and her head bobbed, shoulders rolling, fluidly swaying with her body from side to side. Here and there she waved an outstretched hand silently testifying. All the while beaming with her smile. So much unconscious expressive joy being communicated through this woman's body. Sexy but completely innocent. That's what we call Soul. Sistas have SOUL.