Freedom

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.