It's been a long time since I posted anything on the blog. Which is not to say there hasn't been a lot going on. Quite the contrary. In fact, it feels like so much has been, and continues to transpire, that I find myself "out of words". I just can't find any words that adequately describe what seems to be happening. Or if I can, it feels like they have already been said. "Been there, done that". And when everything feels so different how can we possibly use the same words to describe it?
So are far as words can go, those seem pretty good to me. As the world shifts we become more connected in that web, but only as individual strands. It's about dancing in around other people and the events that touch our lives until we have a pattern we like and feel good about. Maybe it's not about repeating the same pattern, but mixing it up to see what you can weave. You don't have to be able to explain it. There may be no reason to explain it because we all have our individual journeys. Sometimes we touch each other, run into each other and bounce off others, but we each have a different strand and a unique way of weaving. We can share, but there is no need to compare. My dance is not your dance, nor should it be. The point is not to be "in step" with each other, it's to connect as we pass by, let go, and perhaps connect again.
In that traditional May Day dance, each person has a brightly colored ribbon and although the ribbons are connected in the center, the dance is played out at the end of the ribbon, on the periphery. Dancers are connected not to each other but through the center and through that colorful, individual string. It is our uniqueness that makes us part of the whole. There are no complicated dance steps in the May dance. It's all about feeling free; feeling the feeling, not thinking about your performance, or anyone elses'.
In my opinion, this winter in many ways, for many people, might have been pretty dark. There were a lot of events going on that really took a toll on faith, hope, endurance, and most certainly the sense of security. I guess that's what change is about.
Today, the first of May, at least in my part of the world, was a bright beautiful warm sunny day. The robin I wrote about almost a month ago seems here to stay. http://pixiedusthealing.blogspot.ca/2013/04/new-moon-new-beginnings-signs-from-robin.html He's got a buddy or two and they seem to be building a nest. The flowers are starting to poke out and blossom and the grass is getting greener. No mater what else is going on in the world, that kind of renewal seems worthy of a dance of too.
No words, just dance. Happy Beltane!