My Dance of Time

At this time the questions I am dancing with are good company

Can I be in the moment? Side step and skip

Can I think in open spaces? Swirl and raise my arms

Can I create free from imagining desired results? Throw my head back

Can I let go and let Grace lead me? Close my eyes and sigh with joyous relief.

When I pay attention to the direction of my thoughts, I recognize the purposeful energy of my intention, the gripping sinewy vine of my worry, the weight my control exerts on my sense of time and the continuous intent of manipulating the future.

All this I have practiced to an art form.

Instants of relief come and I forget my mind as I sense the graceful breath of a breeze capturing my skin, when I hear the noisy conversations of the birds living high in my magnolia tree, and rejoicing in the rush of emotions every time Life grabs me by the feet and pulls me down into that very instant.

I know the deep creases of my being will continue to pull me into the crypts and hieroglyphs of my unconscious as long as my desire to understand myself continues to unfold.

I also know that thinking about what lays ahead is a mirage that will trick my brain into imagining that I have some say in the creation of my life.

What is less sure and infinitely more exciting is the mystery in the unknown of the present moment. Much of my longing is devoted to the unfurling of my ever growing trust, to the blossoming of a quiet surrender and the full hearted joy of a chosen openness to be.

I want to welcome the unique unfolding of each blossom, of every encounter, feel the stroke of each touch, read the wrinkling of every smiling eye, delight in the taste of savory meals and hear the sound of my breath beating in my heart as I dance the Dance of Love.