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Tuesday
Oct162007
More impromptu poetry
October 16, 2007
My heart song glad,
incense in the morning. Thanks and praises.
We have come into a spacious place,
stepping into thin air
only to find that
falling feels more like flying.
***
I feel aware and alive this morning. You could chalk it up to dance class last night. I'm not sure if you remember my "give it a year" philosophy with my West African Dance class, but it seems to be working. It has been a year, maybe a little less. All I know is that when I started it was dark outside while we danced, turning the windows into mirrors that we could critique ourselves in, slightly. And the big barrel stove was going, turning the room into a sauna, making us slightly light-headed. And then when we drove home we shot through the dark on steep curves, under the trees that are as tall as mountains.
It's that season again. All the vineyards are turning, the ivy is turning. The poison oak is turning. Everything is beautiful, even the unbeautiful, and my year of dancing has made me stronger.
I wasn't as faithful about going as I would have liked. But a year later my feet can follow more often than not. And a year later I feel like I may just dance as long as I can find classes.Â
There are opportunities coming up that have put me into a state of awe. It seems that God has had our address all along. And although it still feels as though chunks of my heart break off when people come to look at the Land, mulling over whether they want to buy it, (just don't cut down the trees!)  I am heartened by the fact that there is this dancing path ahead of us. And I'm allowed to take it.Â
incense in the morning. Thanks and praises.
We have come into a spacious place,
stepping into thin air
only to find that
falling feels more like flying.
***
I feel aware and alive this morning. You could chalk it up to dance class last night. I'm not sure if you remember my "give it a year" philosophy with my West African Dance class, but it seems to be working. It has been a year, maybe a little less. All I know is that when I started it was dark outside while we danced, turning the windows into mirrors that we could critique ourselves in, slightly. And the big barrel stove was going, turning the room into a sauna, making us slightly light-headed. And then when we drove home we shot through the dark on steep curves, under the trees that are as tall as mountains.
It's that season again. All the vineyards are turning, the ivy is turning. The poison oak is turning. Everything is beautiful, even the unbeautiful, and my year of dancing has made me stronger.
I wasn't as faithful about going as I would have liked. But a year later my feet can follow more often than not. And a year later I feel like I may just dance as long as I can find classes.Â
There are opportunities coming up that have put me into a state of awe. It seems that God has had our address all along. And although it still feels as though chunks of my heart break off when people come to look at the Land, mulling over whether they want to buy it, (just don't cut down the trees!)  I am heartened by the fact that there is this dancing path ahead of us. And I'm allowed to take it.Â
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Inside My Head, Poems 
Reader Comments (5)
Dance on Rae! As ever, excited for what's in store for you and yours. Your words give me hope that He's got my address as well and for that I thank you. Finding beauty in the unbeautiful is so hard yet so necessary if peace and contentment are to be lived out in our lives. If we truly want to be like Jesus, we must be able to see Him in the least likely of places- if I can find beauty in the poison oak, maybe I can begin to see it in my own reflection. :-)
I'm excited for you as you take each step on the latest journey! And glad that you've stuck with dancing!
Oh my goddess! I was away from your blog for a few days. your journey is unfolding indeed!
India? Halleluja!
Inscense and prayer with the children how darling and splendid,
Your Dancing is so enlivening, i was first attracted to you for your courage to dance and express yourself.
I love to dreamily step into your realm and playfully explore your findings, fruits, and adventures.
How blessed we all are to hear of all the magnificent gifts God has given your family.
I am awe inspired.
I secretly fear I won't be able to visit you and meet your family before you fly away, but maybe perhaps we could hook up for some chai in india!
All the best to you on your sacred journey.
Namaste Sista!
I am so happy for you!!! God is so faithful and sometimes we forget that, and He always knows your address even when you feel like He doesn't. What does Matt Redman say in his song to praise God when things are going well and even more when the path is dark. (my paraphrase)
Rejoice, laugh, enjoy and even giggle!!! What's that about little children we like so much....
What a fabulous phrase..."God has had our address all along"...I really do love that.