A word that keeps popping up these days in my everyday walking about life; in my reading, in the listening of music, in church, in the hospital and standing in line in the grocery store. Dancing, not in the way you’d think, not in the moving of feet in rhythm, body swaying, no, dancing in the way of thinking, living, doing, being…being better, hoping for more, feeling lighter, spirits lifted…making things better; that even though we may seem to be in the trenches, we need only to change our perspective and change weeping into dancing.
In the wanting of justice, it seems right to stomp around demanding rights but the better thing is to lighten the load and change demanding to dancing. In breathing, simply breathing; oxygen and blood, pumping moving, dancing…the rhythm of our body. Cancer? Yes, a living thing and even though hard and cruel, it brings us to a dancing that brings hope, hope in the healing, hope in the fighting and hope in the loving. In sadness, the dancing of the soul sways with the heart.
Today marks the loss of my John, five years gone…that day, the darkness of my soul. This day feeling lighter, but still something missing…I would never have imagined that I would be in this place, in this space, on this road, five years, not a life time but a long time, me making my way through this life, sometimes on my knees but sometimes dancing; swaying back and forth, in and out of the troubles, challenges, accomplishments, sadness, sorrow filled days and joys…dancing. This loss, a constant swaying from this place to that mountain, dipping down to the valley and sometimes slipping into the trench…thankfully, thankfully I look up to see the stars and the dancing starts again and I live better, do better and change my weeping to dancing.
Thank God for dancing…this beautiful dance with life allows our soul to grow.
“Above all, watch with glittering eyes
the whole world around you, because the greatest secrets are always
hidden in the most unlikely places…
those who don’t believe in ‘dancing’ will never find it.”
It's there on the mountaintopIt's there in the everyday and the mundane
There in the sorrow and the dancing
Your great grace
Oh, such grace.
Dancing in His grace...I love that.