dance

Do you have a body? Don't sit on the porch! Go out and walk in the rain!

All my life through, the new sights of Nature made me rejoice like a child. And children know what we adults often forget, that is—our bodies are made to move, to "embody" our joy, to keep us in touch with our own breath and pulse, and to make us feel alive.

To watch us dance is to hear our hearts speak.

I carve cathedrals
with the sweep of my arms
I turn whirlwinds of change
I center and ground
deep bend to the earth
recenter and move
scooping sorrow like birds
each motion rebalancing somehow
earth and sky
self and divine
sacred love and sacred growth
temple dancer's work
spinning the world into balance
exhausted heap I fall
satisfied

And Joy is Everywhere;
It is in the Earth's green covering of grass,
In the blue serenity of the sky.

I said to my soul, be still, and wait... In the darkness shall be the light And the stillness the dancing.