i remember as a child i knew all this. i danced or ran or played or drank in the world all the time. i watched adults and knew somewhere somehow something could go wrong. i promised myself i would never take that path which made me dried and stilted and crippled.

there is a professional personna that demands stilting. but i try to wear it only as a cloak that i wear lightly and discard easily, not my natural skin that never comes off.

i dance in the halls at work, and talk about angels in the corridors and sitting with us at meetings, and a better world groaning to be. i claim my eccentricity early.

i try everyday to keep my promise i made as a child. to never stop seeing the lights and living with them.

i don’t really think there is much that is more important than this which we can do for our children and the people around us. to demonstrate that the trouble of life is worth it, to express that joy openly and honestly and clearly. why would anyone want to become an adult if it really meant having to give up everything?

i think we were born to dance. i think that is how the music flows through us and enters the world. that is how spirit expresses its loving relationship to matter, to the creation. that is how the sun touches the moon.

that is how the God within us is incarnate.

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