And we are, are we not? :-)
The rain is here. It spits on the windowpane, and dances on the wind which carries it along. No heaviness,...all light, there is an air of unbroken promise in the way she flies...a tenderness,...a grasping, and a letting go. I feel her song. I am enticed by the memories of her engaging in our play as children in years past. My best childhood friend carries most of those memories with her also. We are bathed in light as our cries land on the wings of the wind. We never cease soaring, she and i. Something for which i am very grateful.
My heart sings. Her song is light and deep. It does not pierce, but gathering the edges of her dress, lays them gently at others feet to see if their toes enjoy the sensation. Some do. Others curl back in magnificent splendor, arching as if their lives depended on it. They are not yet ready for such gentle exchanges, preferring instead the sharp force of others heavy garments, or indeed, another colour, or kind of fabric. The differences in taste are immense, and entirely understandable.
As a young one, she was unaware of these intricacies. There were times when another tore at her edges, shredding them a little, and she cried out. Thinking it was because of how she had engaged that other, thinking it was all her fault. Age is the greatest of seasonings, and now, in her fourth stage of life, according to her own calculations, it was easier.
She was easier. She was neither waiting any longer, nor looking, but dancing with all. There were days and months spent in shared motion and then those times when she only shared with herself. But all was considered rejoicing. It was not how they accepted her, nor how they wondered at the way in which the outer layers parted. It was neither the touch, the distance, nor the sounds her movements made. It was nothing of the sort.
What it was though, was music. Joyful, brilliant, irreducible and all encompassing music of the soul. Her heart engaged with all, but it was her soul which was in charge. Therefore it didn't hurt anymore. All was joyous, all was understanding, and all was fun! What else could have happened in a world where there's nothing to lose, and everything to give? :D
I don't even know that it matters in this case whether you are dancing at all! Rather, that you are here now. That we are here now. And be that you in another part of the world, or mindset, or alternate way of being, it matters not. All that matters is to be. And we are, are we not? ;)
So enjoy being. I am :D xxx
My heart sings. Her song is light and deep. It does not pierce, but gathering the edges of her dress, lays them gently at others feet to see if their toes enjoy the sensation. Some do. Others curl back in magnificent splendor, arching as if their lives depended on it. They are not yet ready for such gentle exchanges, preferring instead the sharp force of others heavy garments, or indeed, another colour, or kind of fabric. The differences in taste are immense, and entirely understandable.
As a young one, she was unaware of these intricacies. There were times when another tore at her edges, shredding them a little, and she cried out. Thinking it was because of how she had engaged that other, thinking it was all her fault. Age is the greatest of seasonings, and now, in her fourth stage of life, according to her own calculations, it was easier.
She was easier. She was neither waiting any longer, nor looking, but dancing with all. There were days and months spent in shared motion and then those times when she only shared with herself. But all was considered rejoicing. It was not how they accepted her, nor how they wondered at the way in which the outer layers parted. It was neither the touch, the distance, nor the sounds her movements made. It was nothing of the sort.
What it was though, was music. Joyful, brilliant, irreducible and all encompassing music of the soul. Her heart engaged with all, but it was her soul which was in charge. Therefore it didn't hurt anymore. All was joyous, all was understanding, and all was fun! What else could have happened in a world where there's nothing to lose, and everything to give? :D
I don't even know that it matters in this case whether you are dancing at all! Rather, that you are here now. That we are here now. And be that you in another part of the world, or mindset, or alternate way of being, it matters not. All that matters is to be. And we are, are we not? ;)
So enjoy being. I am :D xxx