Dancing Sunday

Good People,

I’m so very much looking forward to dancing with you tomorrow in Sausalito. It’s been quite a week.  I was in NY for work, which is fun but exhausting.  Fun, in that the work is interesting, the colleagues engaging, and the after-work activities exciting (dinner with a group of colleagues one night to celebrate a 20th work anniversary, and an outdoor concert featuring Elvis Costello and Blondie another night . . . .. .we got to go backstage before the show and meet with Debbie Harry since we’ll be publishing her book this fall.  It was fun to hear her say, “ a warm welcome to my friends from HarperCollins” from the stage later in the evening.  The six of us from Harper put our hands up in the air and shouted our joy.  So that was fun.) Exhausting, in that it’s a non-stop pace.  There is no time to feel anything, so by the time I got to JFK on Thursday evening, I wasn’t feeling as grounded as I usually do.  Imagine my delight and surprise when I’m about to board the plane and I look up and see a dancer friend.  She gives me the warmest, most welcoming, lingering embrace. . . . and my body softens, heart opens. . . . .I didn’t realize how much I missed being touched, being held, while I was running around NY.  I felt renewed by that hug and inspired by her kindness.  What a gift.  Her. This community.  The dance.  What. A. Gift.

It tickles me with delight to tell you Joseph will be spinning the tunes tomorrow, providing us with a lovingly held container, thoughtful and supportive music, and a depth of being that’s inspiring.

Here’s the poem:

Eagle Poem

To pray you open your whole self To sky, to earth, to sun, to moon To one whole voice that is you. And know there is more That you can't see, can't hear Can't know except in moments Steadily growing, and in languages That aren't always sound but other Circles of motion. Like eagle that Sunday morning Over Salt River.  Circles in blue sky In wind, swept our hearts clean With sacred wings. We see you, see ourselves and know That we must take the utmost care And kindness in all things. Breathe in, knowing we are made of All this, and breathe, knowing We are truly blessed because we Were born, and die soon, within a True circle of motion, Like eagle rounding out the morning Inside us. We pray that it will be done In beauty. In beauty.

~ Joy Harjo ~

“we must take the utmost care and kindness in all things”

So much love,


P.S.  Mom is recovering well from her back surgery.  She’s home from rehab now and although she’s slow and tired a lot, she’s also incredibly happy to be home and sleeping with my father in their bed.  Road to recovery seems like it’s going to be long and slow, but at least she’s up and around (no walker anymore and she’s straight up, not hunched).  One step at a time!

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