Life in motion

It's Sunday morning, and I'm dancing with abandon. Dobie Grey's "Drift Away" pours forth from the computer speakers - I close my eyes and move. So what if a neighbour peeks through the window and sees me. So what if the kid thinks I'm mad.

There are some songs that need more than just listening ears.

And there are tugs at the heart that need more than daydreaming. My feet itch to dance on every continent, to pour out my soul and meet the answering whispers of the universe in an ancient marketplace, a silent desert, a night filled with the calls of wild things and a heavy moon.

What is life but a movement to our inner music? What is this world, but grace in motion?

And so I dance.