"The greatest glory in living lies not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall." -Nelson Mandela quoting Marianne Williamson

i believe in dancing

MIs and US-2's will recognize this from training. I had hopes to do some edits and add some things, but then it just sits in my journal. So why not publish rough drafts. So its not writing, as writing is the art of rewriting what has already been rewritten. But my friends, if you read this you know the blog is far from that. more getting ideas out, and running off for the day. But here goes, an idea:


i believe in dancing

i believe the spirit dances weaving all together

i believe light can dance upon darkness

i believe we can stomp or sway in the struggle

i believe we never dance alone

i believe in the harmony uniting the different movements of the dance

i believe we turn and forget to feel the truth in others dances

i believe dancing can be painful and ache

i believe our laughter is joy dancing

i believe our dancing can be quite or loud

i believe God already knows our steps and takes delight

i believe our dance can change and can transform

i believe in dancing

A big pot of pea soup

I am sick today. So I stayed in bed and was told not to think. And that is what I did. I stopped and despite wanting to be better, I just was. Despite my list of joburg things yet to do and the Sunday's slipping out from under me. I stayed at home and watched a movie and made pea soup. And other than being sick, I was a much more delightful person for it. And I thought of my pop pops who used to make pea soup, and despite years and miles and ages - we are all connected through a big pot of pea soup. Even that part on the bottom that burns a bit but tastes so good.

So I was sick, but I was doing just fine.

(The next day being sent home from work, and then having to stay home, weren't as fun. There comes a point when you are ready to be useful again.)

But there was a big pot of pea soup and light dancing in my room.