Lilies of the field

Hello, Loves.

Tomorrow we get to dance.  I savor this anticipation of dancing with you in the morning.  Happy-making, this beautiful anticipation for it has been a long week; feeling sadness for our country and all its chaos and violence, feeling the loss of the iconic Toni Morrison and reveling in all the amazing tributes to her abundant talent, wrestling with my own notions of how to do “human”, how to do “friend”, how to be of service, how to live with purpose, how to do intimacy, how to really show up for this life. . . .. and ultimately trusting that I will find the answers I seek in this practice, in the body, on the dance floor. . . .. with you.  It’s a joy, this thing we do together. . . . keeps my heart soft, my mind open, and my spirit soaring.

Bless you, Sweet Beings.

It gives me joy beyond measure to tell you that our beloved Lori will be leading us; bringing her wisdom and her music to hold us and support our movement. . . .and ultimate freedom.

And here’s a lovely poem I’d like to share with you:

Camas Lilies

Consider the lilies of the field, the blue banks of camas opening into acres of sky along the road. Would the longing to lie down and be washed by that beauty abate if you knew their usefulness, how the natives ground their bulbs for flour, how the settlers’ hogs uprooted them, grunting in gleeful oblivion as the flowers fell?

And you — what of your rushed and useful life? Imagine setting it all down — papers, plans, appointments, everything — leaving only a note: "Gone to the fields to be lovely. Be back when I’m through with blooming."

Even now, unneeded and uneaten, the camas lilies gaze out above the grass from their tender blue eyes. Even in sleep your life will shine. Make no mistake. Of course your work will always matter.

Yet Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these.

~ Lynn Ungar ~

“Gone to the fields to be lovely.  Be back when I’m through with blooming.”  Heh heh!  Love it!

With love & tenderness,


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