Called into the dance

I am called into the dance, and in order to follow I must let go of all I’m holding.

I bring my gifts, but in order to dance the steps, to follow the beat, the love, the sound, the pulse I must be grounded, must breathe, must stand free.

I place my shopping bags, my piles of books, my eternal list of things to do at the door of your garden.

I step into space.

I sense the freedom waiting to unfold into unencumbered places where I will discover new beats, new moves, new people.

I dance my sadness, I dance my joy. I play my confusion, I tear away what’s stale.

I long for running water, I twirl until I fall

and I find you at the centre, turning all in all. (27 January 2013)