I had three social activities today and my current state of being is gleeful! People! I love people! This is a real discovery since I’ve always thought of myself as a bit of an introvert (I also love books 😊). But there’s nothing like a year of sheltering in place to make one grapple with questions like how important is community? And connection? And touch? And shared laughter? And variety? I now realize how very much I need people. My heart and soul are nourished by the time I spent today with people (sweet, beloved friends). I feel joyful and buoyant, hopeful and energized. Yes! And yet there’s also this voice in my head telling me I need to tone it down and take it one step at a time in terms of “opening” up my life again. I want to be mindful and heartful. I want to hug people again, but not without checking in first (both with myself and with my hugging companion---yes, indeed, I’m talking about hugging as a conscious choice). I feel like I have a whole new appreciation for the simple pleasures of life. I have a whole new notion of what it means to have “fun” (it doesn’t have to be complicated or require a lot of planning).
As I write these words of jubilation, it occurs to me that not everyone is enjoying the new freedoms we have in California. I read an article this week about how bad it is in Detroit. And certainly India is struggling. I have colleagues in Toronto who are in lockdown again too. Are we in a bubble here? I don’t know, but let’s keep them in our hearts---those who are in places where COVID is still raging. Let’s say a little prayer and send our love in their direction.
And let’s dance together and let our movement be our prayer. Let’s have fun and celebrate community and connection.
More joy opportunities tomorrow for there is dancing in Corte Madera (and Pt. Richmond). It absolutely tickles me to report that our beloved Davida is at the helm tomorrow, expertly guiding us on our journey.
Here’s the link: remember, there’s no drop-in option for dance. It’s subscription only. And it’s magical to dance in the park with real, live, beloved dancers!
Variation On A Theme By Rilke
(The Book of Hours, Book I, Poem 1, Stanza 1)
A certain day became a presence to me; there it was, confronting me -- a sky, air, light: a being. And before it started to descend from the height of noon, it leaned over and struck my shoulder as if with the flat of a sword, granting me honor and a task. The day's blow rang out, metallic -- or it was I, a bell awakened, and what I heard was my whole self saying and singing what it knew: I can.
~ Denise Levertov ~
I can. You can. We can. Be the bell. Be awakened. Be danced. 😊
Hope to see you dancing in the park tomorrow.