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| photo courtesy of bodispapa via flickr |
If thou follow thy star, thou
canst not fail of a glorious heaven.
–Dante
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Who are the dancers among us, the spirits that find music on
a busy bus or a crowded train, in an empty room or a boarding plane? Who are
the free of self-conscious ones, the dare to dream ones, the gaze and
make-a-wishers? Are they the squares who do not fit, or the circles that squish?
Do they try, or let life try them, instead? And as they live, as they dance,
ohhh, where do they dwell? Inside or out? Right side or wrong? Upside or down? In
sun or shade? In heat or cold? Or are the dancers among us free enough for the
music to find them…anywhere?
Do they listen? To the sacred voice that sings of their
soul? Do they quiet the ugly and invite the beauty? Or do they sing when ugly arrives,
letting beauty shine that darkness back into his lonely corner of dread?
Naturally.
Is it born?
Is it bred?
Is it learned or shared?
It is you.
At your core.
You just forgot.
Temporarily.
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So together this week, let’s remember—remember the spirits of
your song, the music of your soul, the cadence of your one wild life that is
necessary and vital for the whole. Remember you are a star. Not one made
of stone but made of spirit, of joy, of love. And resonating with every good
thing that has ever been.
Together, let’s remember—you are that dancer among us. You can hear your music wherever you are. You are courageous. You are magical. You are beautiful. You are who you are and there is no one else in the universe that knows how to dance to your song.
Together, let’s remember—you are that dancer among us. You can hear your music wherever you are. You are courageous. You are magical. You are beautiful. You are who you are and there is no one else in the universe that knows how to dance to your song.
10 comments:
So in honor of this posting, I just danced for about a half-hour with Sylvia, listening to the music of a nice Mexican band right on the beach in front of our condo. The band members were commenting on us dancing - they loved it. I feel lighter and can still hear the music. And the band has stopped playing. Thanks.
I must say, imagining your moment makes going to sleep tonight all the sweeter. Thank you for the smiles, my friend. Your dancing heart has touched my own:)
I love to dance and it fills me with such joy and pleasure. it makes my body smile also!:)
SoOo happy your words make me, Jodi...I can see you dancing with your big bright heart smile...what a dancer you are:)
I thought of you on Tuesday. I had been out on the harbour fishing...as I stood on the shore, water lapping over my feet I started dancing. twirling around I noticed a couple watching me...I smiled and they laughed back...it was a moment of total freedom...and there you were in my head.
Awww, Jo. I think you couldn't have said a more beautiful thing to me tonight. Thank you, dearly, my beautiful dancing friend.
.•*¨*•.♪♫♫♪Wishing you and Sofia a safe and very Happy Holidays.♪♫•*¨*•.¸¸
Thank you, dear Jo! I hope you got my email...happy new year, beautiful friend!
I never dance physically, but there's rarely a moment when I'm not dancing like a child on the inside. Does that count? ;-)
And what a dancer among us you are, my friend....your beauty lights us all:)
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