Dance of Soul

I need to write so badly.  I don't even know what will come out from my fingers, but the world around me spins ever faster, and sometimes I feel like I'm caught in the eye of the storm, watching but not feeling, and then all at once, all the joy and the pain descends like a great cloud.  I would be lying, however, if I did not say that it was an immensely beautiful cloud, multifaceted, with many colours.

Recently I got the chance to dance.  And if I'm not mistaken, I'll be dancing again very soon.  I've been a musician pretty much all my life, even if I haven't been quite as active in the music world the past few years.  Music still runs in my blood.  Rhythm.  Movement.  Creation.  Newness made from antiquity.

So I danced - at least, I moved.  And then I was moving with another human I had never met.  And we were creating beauty, and I felt, of a sudden, a depth and strength I hadn't felt since the height of my musical 'career.'  I felt a oneness with all of the world around me.

That was when the cloud hit me.  The emotion of the year, the chaos and beauty, the feelings pent up in the souls of those in the room around me, the campus, the nation, the world, all one great painting of soul and colour - all of it was wrapped up in a moment of movement outside of time.

And as find myself slipping in and out of time, giving in to the stresses of the lines and borders of this physical reality, I also see, through a misty blanket, that world of inner movement, the rainbow of the soul, and I realise that my problems pale in comparison to the Life I'm given and the Love that exists.

I can't figure everything out, and I can't solve all the problems.  But I can find the worth in what has meaning and what doesn't.

<3  Love to all.
Sheila