I am a wanderer. I would say that I am a seeker, but sometimes I have no idea what I might be seeking, so I will stick with wanderer. This blog is more a public journal than anything. I don't claim to have life figured out. I simply stumble from mystery to mystery, and share my reflections along the way. Sometimes I feel burdened, and trudge. Sometimes? Well sometimes grace breaks through, and its time to dance.
Sunday, January 22, 2017
Let's dance
Let us dance in the sun, wearing wild flowers in our
hair...”
―
Susan Polis Schutz
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What does joy look like
Feel like
I hate to admit it
But I will never dance in the sun, with flowers in my hair
At this point I am more likely to do a feeble jig
Than to dance wildly
I am more bionic man
Than wood nymph
There are screws and devices scattered throughout my body
And I didn’t even wear a flowered shirt in the 60’s
Let alone now
But there are moments when as I wander through the
a plain gray day, body screaming, mind tired
my inner child skips freely
and rejoices in the sacred light
that finds its way through every
crack and fissure
of my wrinkled tired soul
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There is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets
in.
Leonard Cohen
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