I love to dance. I haven't in over 4 years. Why? Too busy. Lame answer. Too busy fearing the climb up the mountain of "letting go."
Tonight I twirled in circles, over and over, and over again, giggling like a 10 year old on an exciting roller coaster----NEVER wanting to get off the ride. The room spun round, and my dizzy head felt light, but this time, not from the drinking---more from the euphoria of the moment.
Wow.
Is this what life is really about? When did I fall asleep, and for how long was I snoozing? When did my senses dull?
When I walked outside to leave, ONLY because the duty of work calls for an early hour in the morning, the rain fell---and I could FEEL it. The sound of droplets on leaves echoed sweet melodies in my ears. The wind blew and I noticed that it tousled my hair. The reflection of car headlights illuminated in puddles, and strangely enough, I noticed.
The little things. The sheer joy of spinning, and laughing.
I need to dance more. Maybe I'll do it everyday. Maybe I was meant for more. Maybe, just maybe, God is delighting in me.
Night.
