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)
