I was online yesterday with some members of the Evolutionary Collective Global Community. Part of the experience is practicing 1-1 with one other person. As we let go of concepts, images often come. While I talked to “Sherry”, the dance entered my mind. We were doing a slow waltz to the most celestial music. We whirled so gently. And I gazed deep into the eyes of the Beloved. I was lost in the moving, in the glory of another human being moving with me. Time stopped. Even within the flow, there was stillness. We danced.
Jody and I often danced. We jived to the accompaniment of glorious smiles. We did the fox trot and the waltz, imperfectly but lovingly. We held each other close.
Decades ago, I was involved in a personal development program called Est (Erhard Seminars Training). We leadership candidates met in person occasionally and we’d go dancing. Fast dancing. No-mind dancing. We called it breakthrough dancing. My body parts moved every whichway, unattached to my head. When I was able to let go completely, it was glorious.
Rita and I were married before Jody and I were married. The family lived on a grain farm in Southern Alberta. Saturday nights during the winter were often times for old time dancing – whole families getting together in a school gym to share “The Road to the Isles”, “The Schottische” and the allemande lefts of square dancing. I danced with lots of women, not just Rita – older ladies, kids and my dear mother-in-law Amy. It was family.
So dancing is in my jeans. And in my meditations.
And clearly not just me. Here are some words from those who are danced through life:
We should consider every day lost in which we have not danced at least once
To dance is to be out of yourself. Larger, more beautiful, more powerful. This is power, it is glory on earth and it is yours for the taking
Dance when you’re broken open. Dance if you’ve torn the bandage off. Dance in the middle of the fighting. Dance in your blood. Dance when you’re perfectly free
While I dance I cannot judge, I cannot hate, I cannot separate myself from life. I can only be joyful and whole. This is why I dance
There is a need to find and sing our own song, to stretch our limbs and shake them in a dance so wild that nothing can roost there
To watch us dance is to hear our hearts speak
And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music
Indeed, wise friends
Bring on the insanity