Dance Soul
Sunday, March 9, 2008
If you sit in the path of a breeze on an unselfconscious day, you will be danced for. Some leaf will pinch itself off a tree and, not wishing to reach the ground, will flick and glide. Or a monarch butterfly will nicker in. Or a spider will step high. Or a single spot of bravura dew will not take the straightest path down the brawny stalk in the garden. The leaf, the monarch, the spider, the dew all lie in sympathy with dance. They are, like dancers, seeking more, hell bent on the bold, wrenched toward beauty.
2 comments:
I am going to enjoy that extra hour of sun today and take a walk in the park. Because of this post, my eyes will now be open to the dancing all around me!
I am hoping, dear Melissa, that you had the grandest, most lilting walk in the park.
ALso, I must tell you: I cried when Christian won Project Runway. Well, somehow his arrogance that was only sort of playing at arrogance won my heart. Not only that, he built a feather dress in a windowless closet!
I want to do that.
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