Just spent a week in Maui for OneDanceTribe Hawaii 2017.
I danced through so much that it feels like I'm still processing and catching up from the shifts and ripples that all the movement invoked in the swirling tidepool that is (my) Life...
And I found God in the dance.
Or rather, I surrendered until Spirt danced me...
It's hard to explain the pure awe and utter delight in knowing that your hands and arms are moving but that you aren't the one moving them.
It's the experience of a deep knowing of the Truth that ultimately God is the one in control.
I also danced until I lost my mind...but not in a way that I felt crazy. In a way that I listened to my body so much that my brain stopped trying to run the show. My brain had nothing left to say.
I danced until I found my power, and then I gave it away to another dancer. I fell in love and got my heart broken and all to be reminded of the basics of Attachment 101.
I danced through crisis and longing, reached and pulled until I couldn't help but to yield to the dance.
I was left with a choice to dance in struggle or dance to surrender...
Life can feel unsure at times. The dance can feel confusing and rocky...yet when we stop and remember that we are being danced by God...well, that we can trust.
Because we ARE the dance.