I have been on a journey, in a my mind, to find a poem or a quote that captures what the metaphor of DANCING means to me. I searched, read, processed, discarded, rethought. My definition was not out there.
I went back to some things I wrote in the begining of this blog–when the battle was on–to see if I had any thoughts on DANCING back then. I wrote things like this:
Just Because Your Breath Catches in Your Throat (one reference to dancing! The thought begins…)
All about courage and hard things and fear.
But lately. I think more about DANCING. Going forward. Deep connection. Maybe I had to grow into my armor, but now I want to take it off, put on the ball gown and dance in the fountain of life.
I am on a quest to articulate Dance as a metaphor for LIVING.
And I realize, for me, Dancing is about LIFE. The Greek form of life–Zoe. A vitality, a divine force, an embodiment of hope, joy beyond circumstances, life so powerful it overcomes death………
……………………..because only the LIVING can DANCE!
And truly the dead brought to life are the ones that have the biggest reason to dance for joy!
Maybe when I am 85 and have earned to right to wear arm candy to my armpits like Iris Afpel–Thanks to my my blogger friend As Time Goes Buy for bringing her to mind–I will have crafted a beautiful definition for DANCING to Life.
And maybe there will be a man who will be dancing with me– in the rain, on the shore, in the fountain with our black tie clothes on, to our own music…..because to share life’s joy…DIVINE.
Thanks for listening….