As the sky burned. I danced.

The sky burned
Lit by the setting sun, it glowed red, and yellow and orange
The heavy, dark rain clouds tumbled over one another as the rays of pink shot out in all directions
Elated, I walked on air
With the sheer joy of dancing, I floated
As the embers in the sky blazed, so did my being
My body hummed with energy
Every cell buzzed with excitement and joie de vivre

For the moment, all worry gone
For the time being, all doubts banished
For this instant, only joy

I encourage, go out and find that one piece that make you feel like a million bucks
I suggest, doing the thing that makes you most happy
I encourage dancing because, unless you REALLY hate it, it WILL serve to fulfill you

Just dance, You know what to do!

So when something comes up that’s just too hard to digest, I dance.
So when I can’t wrap my head around a whole in the dark, I dance.
So when everything seems to come crashing down around me, I dance.

I can find solace in the movements of my body.
If I can’t be sure of the movements of the world, I can be sure of the flexions in my toes.

I create comfort in the winging of my limbs.
If nothing else resonates with the tune of my world, I dance to that song and make it my own personal symphony.

I leap in the face of struggle.
I swivel in the snare of conflict.
I stomp on doubt and pivot on worry.
I bend insecurity in half.

I dance with what I know.
I boogie with my blues and foxtrot with my fears.
I dip and turn and promenade my resistance until it becomes my strong hold and I find my footing once again.

Let it Roll

When irritation gets under my skin.
When I can feel it itching and a good hard scratch only makes it worse.
When sand paper and lemon juice and salt get in.

Breath, baby breath, and let it roll.
Off my back, like drops off a duck.
Like the waves of the ocean.
Like the rounds of a record.
Like the lilt of the samba,
Let it roll.

Take care of your mind honey, and don’t let it fester.
Be aware of your bind sugar, and untie the knots.
Stay away from the fire, and you won’t get singed.

Inhale, darlin’, smell that sweetness in the air.
Exhale, let love be the catalyst for it all.
You are okay my sweets, everything is going to be okay.

It's about Realizing

What is the true meaning of “Kindness and Compassion For All?”
What does that really entail?
My interpretation – the gist:
It’s having the power, the will, the strength, the capacity to embrace all ways of life.
Even if those ways, views, personalities, paths, methods, idiosyncrasies, habits, likes/dislikes, etc. don’t “fit” into your personal scope, mind-set, pre-conceived notions, conditioned perceptions of life.
Your life.
It’s about allowing these concepts to exist in your world, no matter if you think they’re right or wrong, good or bad, true or false.
Being able to acknowledge without necessarily needing to accept.




Thank you Dad, for putting it to me in a way I could finally understand, and please let me know if I’m off the mark in any bit of this. You have a way of wording things that I can understand.

Sunday Afternoon

Drenched in wine
we saturate our selves in Brie and buzzed conversations
Feasting our eyes on the greenness of the vineyards
stretching out before us on the hill
Three of us share on glass
with tastes and flavors exploding
rolling through our pallets
Sighing with pleasure
we listen to the sounds of water washing over rocks
and our table neighbors telling stories of their humorous lives
Sweetness hangs in the air
friendship lingers on our breath
with mutual agreement
Silence happens with ease
words walk out without judgment
smiles play across lips
and we revel in reverie

Dynaminicity

Restless again
I’ll blame it on the weather
As the winds picks up they bring scents of far off lands
The evening breeze triggers memories of nights spent in countries distant
Rain hangs in the pregnant clouds
I’m itching for new scenery
Aching for new faces
Longing for the tones of languages not quite understood
Beaches, rain forests, dirty, gritty streets
Give me new food, give me bad food, give me sweet company and late nights
Early mornings, long afternoons, and great friendships made out of new adventures

Love for where I’m at
Being thankful for what I’ve got
It hard to be still and quiet when I know that my heart wants to bust loose and break something
That feeling of wanting to getup and walk out on something important
Something I’ve always wanted to do – get up and walk out on something important – work, school, whatever
Satisfaction in causing a minor disturbance
I take great pleasure in shocking other people and what better way, than to create a little friction
Comfortable is nice
But change is even better
Dynamic is fantastic
Okay, here I go – off to teach the most vibrant WALTZ class that I can