Oh, how wonderful, are those moments when I really do sense that I am Dancing Through Life.
Those days, hours and minutes when I am fully aware, that my beloved has “Hemmed me in, behind and before”, he surrounds me and I may just dwell in that loving presence wherever I turn my steps. In those moments, it does not really matter, if I am sad or happy, exhausted or thrilled, longing or content…. Wherever I am and whatever I feel, what matters is that
He is moving right there along with me,
He is breathing life into me
and I can experience the Joy of Movement.
Movement of my breath, the blood in my venes, pulse of my heart, touch of my skin, wiggle of my toes, caress of my hands, circle of my hips, stretch of my arms, leap in my legs, nod of my head, taste in my mouth, bow of my core, bend in my knee and smell of the freshness of the earth.
How Fearfully and Wonderfully I am made
With ALL of that, I want to Love you back, Dance in a Holy Worship, offer myself into Your Arms,
and This is the way I forever want to move, the way I always want to live my life!
but the Truth to be told, my awareness is not that strong yet and I do not always sense His presence, even though I do live in the Faith that He is constantly there for me.
Living in Faith and Walking in Faith are like two different sides of the same coin. At the center of this coin, is my body.
I’ve said it many times and maybe now is the time to write it down as well… I am sure God is constantly at work in me and in my life, but if I didn’t have my practice, my foremost spiritual discipline; my dance and the principals I have received through that practice, I do not know how I would survive.
The dance is nothing I do for fun, to master a skill or because I get payed for doing it, even if all of those are true as well. Neither do I do it to show off or get attention, even though it might, for some, seem like that is part of the game. No,
the Dance together with my Beloved, has saved my Life.
Without the Beloved to lead me and my movements to heal me, my heart would be broken, my mind shattered, my body a disgrace, my relationships in distress and my soul torn to pieces. So I seriously don’t know, how anybody can live in faith, without these tools to teach them how to walk.
As has been said, the Body is where my feelings, my thoughts, beliefs and attitudes, come out. It is where all of my “crap” and the little of glory I may invoke, is seen and displayed. The worst of it definitely coming out of one single muscle; my tongue. Over which many slippery words glide out as fast as my thoughts. Yes, that it right, we may say that our mind isn’t fast enough to catch them, but words are surely NOT products of my Body alone. This is also why my Body is easily put under pressure. My Body is like the buffer, she has done no harm, but gets much of the blame. My surroundings tell me, she is not to be trusted or not to be listened to, but my practice has taught me, rather the contrary. My Body has a language, the language of sensations. It is the only place that ALWAYS is here and now, unable to speak nothing but the Truth. When I listen to her, when I come back to this innocent place, I reveal my most intimate parts and am open to the most delicate touch; much can be changed and even more can be ruined.
My Body is drawn down in shame of not matching up to The Body, but all she really wants, is to unite in the perfect harmony of My Body, in the dance lead by The Body. The only time shame can get a hold of her, is if fear or weariness stumbles along, trying to push or drag along My Body into territories where she is not at home. Places where the “Observing Look” or “Judging Eye” make striptease of that which was meant to be Holy. Fortunately, My Rescuer is stronger then the Accuser.
For this clear reason My Body, is my Dearest allied. When the music is playing, all I can do, is to listen and follow… In this act of surrender, of full alliance, I enter into a Sacred Space, a Peaceful Place. I enter into His Divine providence, where all that I am; whatever feelings, ideas, assumptions, thoughts, beliefs, hopes and desires I have, are being transformed.
Through the action of acting them out, the movement of moving them through, I am cleansed, reshaped, forever.
In the dance every thought is reorganized, every muscle reconstructed, every feeling altered, every relationship remodeled, every part of my soul renewed just like my heart is converted,
through Him, in Him and with Him.
