The Next Generation
This entry was posted on 2/4/2010 3:38 PM and is filed under Around the World.
We danced last night. Over one hundred sweaty bodies moving through space. In the middle of the dance, the energy pumping, feet moving, the music completely stopped. As a teacher, I now learn to breathe into these moments. As I breathe there is a slight anxiety. The anxiety comes from things not going as I had planned. When things don’t happen how I plan them, both on and off the dance floor, my prayer is my breath. And as I breathe, I slowly begin to trust. So, when the music stopped abruptly last night, and I began to trust, I watched in awe as the moment took over. The students started stomping, clapping, singing, and did not miss a beat. And when the music picked up again, we just kept on going. After the dance, we stayed together for a while. Some massaged each others backs, others inquired about what the heck I do in Colorado Springs, and others said, how can I follow my heart. They said, I do not want to just work to make money, or to get on top. I want to do what I love. With the biggest light, the light that burns in each and every one of us, I shined back that it was totally possible to do what they loved. In fact, it is their birthright. It is what they came here for.
We have come to be danced
Where the kingdom’s collide
In the cathedral of flesh
To burn back into the light
To unravel, to play, to fly, to pray
To root in skin sanctuary
We have come to be danced
We have come.
by Jewel Mathieson
