Finding My Rhythm

Death conjures us to wake from our delusion of control over our our most basic need, our very breath. It rustles us from the deep sleep that dreams us into believing that loss is unique, that once it happens we are safe from future loss, beause the reality is, everyone dies. Everyone. Its going to happen– and it’s actually more amazing that these tender hearts and fragile bodies survive and endure life for so many of us for so long–

It can cause great fear and worry knowing death is so near– or we can recognize our precious,ephemeral, once-in-a -lifetime opportunity; to live each day we are given in such a way that honors the intention of the gift it is.

Last night, and not all night, but last night, I danced. Our dear friends, The Knights, came up from Detroit for a visit and we spent Saturday frolicking around the county before landing at The Cabbage Shed for dinner and live music. While visiting with many others who were out listening to Graham Parson’s & The Go Rounds like we were, I had a couple moments of overwhelming emotion. I stepped outside frequently to clear my head and I knew I had a very clear choice and right to go home and crawl into bed so I could think about my tangled ball of emotions– the highs & lows of them that always bring their buddies the rights wrongs shoulds and shouldnts—you know– Those Guys.

Everyone I was with would have completely understood if I had called it a night. Just as everyone who loves me would understand if I fell into a pile of bones on the floor & never recovered from this ache. But more than grief, atleast last night, atleast for a little while, there was joy. So I danced. Because last night, I remembered, Im alive.