Pretending we don’t know…
Hot, cold. The rhythm of the saints and the sinners. The dance, studied and natural. Tears, both crocodile and uncontrollable. It’s all so familiar and yet each time around this gold fish bowl it feels new.
I have never felt anything like now. Never will. But the pattern is inscribed in my mind. In my DNA. This labyrinth that we walk contains us. Defines, describes us.
It is who I am. Who you are. It’s as if these guided tours were real limitation. And once we surrender, they are. Once we agree (perhaps at birth?) to recognize them.
This dance is joyous. The sky is endless. The air is clear. I love every step and feel blessed to take it.