Dance

I often wonder what the point of all of this is. The pushing and pulling between the tension of opposing forces, always moving me forward. Many times I painstakingly fall back and failure is my companion. It seems to be a bit of a dance. Yet, I wonder who has choreographed the steps. I certainly wasn't privy to the recital. I misstep, stumble and fall flat on my face, very apparently having two left feet. Somehow, and hindsight is such a gift to this, I see that I have learned a few of the moves along the way. I can pirouette, make a leap and even understand when to take the bow. However, Life always has a new routine for me to move into. It never allows me much time to rest and languish in my successes. But Life is kind and it affords me the luxury of bringing my previous accomplishments forward into the new creative expression it wishes me to partake in. It only asks that I courageously expand on the moves I mastered before. And so, it begins again. I most certainly am going to fall, more times then I will stand. I will walk on tired, sore and blistered feet, my body aching from exertion, my mind becoming a void due to exhaustion. However, I know that my beautiful tutu awaits for my arrival. I think it is pink with gold sequins with satin slippers to match. I am going to get on that stage and dance my heart out. It is worth the gamble of failure for God.