Way up high … certain death if you fall.  Why not boogie?

Far less dramatically, I smiled at the audience after I made a mess of my cello piece a few weeks ago.  And it was a real smile.

Teetering on the edge of disaster … and still seeing the beauty of the moment – that sounds good to me.

Joseph Luciani wrote …

One of my favorite Zen stories tells us of a monk who, walking along a mountain path encounters a tiger.  The monk leaps off the edge and grabs hold of a vine.  The vine begins to loosen.  Frozen in the moment before his fall and death, the monk notices a strawberry growing in the cliff face.  The last words the monk speaks before his death are “What a magnificent strawberry.  I think I’ll eat it.”

Fifty-five years ago, I too was dangling on a cliff.  Death welcomed below.  No strawberries to be seen.  Also no smile in contemplating beauty.  Just a desperation to survive.

But today and tomorrow?  May I wonder at the moments of my life … both wondrous and terrifying.

It’s time to dance