Spring Dance

“Let your life lightly dance on the edges of Time like dew on the tip of a leaf.” – Rabindranath Tagore

“Why was she dancing? No reason. Just alive, I guess.”― George Saunders, Tenth of December

Out of your own head
Holding back, holding out, waiting for things to change
Apart from circumstances as they are but not chosen
Find and be found by joy amid messes
The imperfect and unplanned
To dance with delight, joy, wonder
For no reason but being alive
Awake to the here
Rooted in the now
Days are passing
Do not miss them because they are not what you planned or expected
They call this life
Join the dance

“These are the words I want on my gravestone: that I was a helper and that I danced.” – Anne Lamott