Even when I sleep, I am still dancing! I awoke this morning with an yet another insight into my experience of dancing.
My dancing is not dependent on whether or not I like the music, the people or the environment. Dancing is an essential form of expression of who I AM in my world. Music or no music; classical, rock or jazz, dancing is still the expression of my being in a physical world. There are even times when I know that I am the only one who hears the music that entices me to move! And yet, it never occurs to me to question whether or not the music is there. I know… from someplace other than where I have been schooled to listen… that I hear what I hear.
For me, dancing is how I experience the flow of my own evolution. To seek to evolve is the essence of my being and not a tool to solve a problem or an approach to silence the scream from within. Over these very many years of working with others, I have come to know the difference between those who dance for the joy of dancing and those who dance to ‘address’ other less life-sustaining moments in their lives.
There are those for whom a choice to engage in their own evolution has come as an act of compliance with the desire of another. There are those for whom engaging in their own evolution is a desperate attempt to stave off an outcome that appears to be inevitable. And yet still, for others, engaging in their own evolution is a last-ditch attempt to figure out what’s missing so that they can fix their lives – and just get on with it!
Solving a problem. Avoiding a different problem! Satisfying someone else. Postponing the inevitable. Not good/bad, right/wrong – just not what lights me up. In my world, these dances are not from the joy of dancing but from a desire to use dancing to compensate for something else, somewhere else.
This week has been a great invitation for me to pay very close attention to my absolute joy of dancing! More and more, clarity awakens a keen eye to identifyng and selecting those others with whom to dance for the sheer joy of dancing – and not for any other reason. And yes, lo and behold – they are there!
That’s the good news. The sad news is that I have not found many. Ours is a world of questions and answers; a world of problems to be solved and journeys to be completed. Ours is a world of practicality and external referencing; a world that leads us to believe that what we need to do is understand and have knowledge; what we need are strategies to make others do things; and that when we feel we can’t or haven’t, it’s a sign of intelligence that we have chosen well how to protect ourselves from the unknown.
I often say to those with whom I work: be very selective about who you spend your time with. Be very picky about the nature of conversations you choose to engage. Both the people and the conversations we choose to engage will become threads in the fabric of the design of our lives. The problem is, we’re the ones who have to live them.
In our world, as with so many other things, we learn to dance so that we have one more arrow in the quiver of our resourcefulness. How sad that so many of us have lost the joy of dancing simply because it is the truth of who we are.
Breathing is good….
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