‘Let’s face the music and dance!’ Irving Berlin
I have called this blog Dancing Around the Divine because that is what I have done for most of my life. Danced around ideas of the Divine being out there, in me, in others, in things. I have played the too busy, unworthy, not qualified, too sensitive blah blah cards to excuse me from the dance altogether (as if that ever works!).
But one day I felt a little stirring and heard a little heart music coming from…. wait for it…..the most spiritual of places….yes, you guessed it…..my washing basket. Honestly, I’m not mad, in that moment I just felt a deep and profound love for the Ordinary in my life.
Then I started to look for the Divine Dance in other Ordinary places. I mean, could the Divine really hang out with me in the interminable meetings, or be with me when I am cleaning up dog you know what? And much to my surprise the answer is YES.
I hope you enjoy the blog and this poem. I wrote it a while ago and it seemed appropriate.
Much love. Chris
Shall We Dance?
She is hanging washing on the line
It has been a long day
With no time to stop or reflect
Now it’s late and dark.
She feels the breeze
Playing around her body
Running its fingers through her hair
Pleading with her to dance.
Closing her eyes
Opening to the moment
She accepts the invitation
And the dance begins.
Taking her in its arms
The breeze begins to sway
Slowly moving her in time
With the breathing of the night.
Passion pain desires regrets
Chasing each other wildly across her mind
Women have burned
For less than this.
She is all things contradictory
Moving yet still
Attainable yet elusive
The essence of woman.
The dance slows, the emotions linger
Opening her eyes she finds
Her washing and her body
Did she imagine it
Turning to the glory of the night sky
It takes her to its heart, reassuring her
Of the internal and eternal dance of life.
Feeling loved beyond words
She finishes her household tasks
And smiles knowing it is no small thing
To dance in the dark and be loved by the wind.