Dear Ones,

There is so much chaos in our world right now. Let’s find some rest & rejuvenation together on the dance floor; rest in each other’s sweet presence, rest in the beat, rest in the movement, rest in the sensation of feet on the floor or hands gently touching. Sunday morning dance is such a sweet time. The beauty of this community, of each of us as we walk onto the dance floor, some of us still yawning, fresh from sleep, some of us wonderfully awake and pulsating with energy. Whatever it is, there’s the sense of welcoming it all on the dance floor . . .where body finds the music and the heart and soul find delight (on good days) . . . . . . . .truth, at minimum.

I just saw this quote: May all that has been reduced to noise in you, become music again.” (no attribution)

I’m beyond thrilled to report that we’ll have our beautiful Davida behind the deck tomorrow.

Here’s a wonderful Mary Oliver poem for you to contemplate.

Red Bird Explains Himself

“Yes, I was the brilliance floating over the snow and I was the song in the summer leaves, but this was only the first trick I had hold of among my other mythologies, for I also knew obedience: bring sticks to the nest, food to the young, kisses to my bride.

But don’t stop there, stay with me: listen.

If I was the song that entered your heart then I was the music of your heart, that you wanted and needed, and thus wilderness bloomed that, with all its followers: gardeners, lovers, people who weep for the death of rivers.

And this was my true task, to be the music of the body. Do you understand? for truly the body needs a song, a spirit, a soul. And no less, to make this work, the soul has need of a body, and I am both of the earth and I am of the inexplicable beauty of heaven where I fly so easily, so welcome, yes, and this is why I have been sent, to teach this to your heart.”

~ Mary Oliver ~

Bless Red Bird and all she teaches us.

Much love,


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