Our World is in Good Hands
Nearly one hundred and fifty people poured into the union, to dance with the Big Love, on the last day of spiritual dance. We danced together, through many tears and joyful feet. As the dance came to a close, I got up to pray out the circle. Students began to rise from all corners of the room. They wore t-shirts that read "We are the mirrors", something I said frequently. And on the back read things like, "Build Your Home Within" and "Remember the Big Love". One by one they read a poem that one dancer had written and they gathered around me, as I sat on the floor. They held me in an embrace that I will never forget. I cannot possibly describe what it felt like when I gazed up at them and saw the love in their eyes. God's grace was before me. And I was speechless.
We have been around the world. My highlight, my inspiration, was the students. They trusted Love and breathed into their darkness. Rape. Suicide attempts. Alcohol and drug abuse. Insecurity. Fear of intimacy. Troubles with friends. Starving and overeating. Sugar addiction. Love addiction. You name it. They brought it right out; front and center. And they could not have done it without that One Precious Love. It is simple as that. We don't show our true colors, unless we know in our hearts, that we are loved no matter what. They did. They inspired the hell out of me with their courage and faith. One thing I am certain of. This generation will not settle for a God that is dead in the head. They deserve more than that. They want a Love that is vibrant, steadfast, creative and ALIVE. They want a Love that gives birth to a passion, then service, that this world desperately needs.
A beekeeping friend just walked in the door and asked me about the trip. I have traveled the world and it is the students who inspired me, I told him. He knew. He is a teacher too. And as he left he said, "Our world is in good hands." Yes, it is. And, I plan to do anything I can to support this generation. Love led me across the sea. It took me where I needed to be. I bow in deep respect to that Love. And I pray, Love lead me on.
I found God in my feet.
I found God in my feet and he grounded me,
He carried me when the earth was moving,
When the earth grew and climbed and heaved til it could breathe the word alive.
My God, my love, my feet sighed over ground that wasn’t g...round, nor ocean, nor water, nor life,
Just some kind of space
And I don’t know the difference between heaven and grace,
But it’s like I’ve misplaced my confusion and heart stepped in.
There’s no question, no misconception
No more rejection of my bodily church,
Cause my church moves.
It sways, it plays, it prays to God
From my knees, my elbows, my legs,
And it sings from my hips.
It brings forth love I never knew could exist
But it’s the most persistent being I’ve ever held.
My feet have unleashed me
They’ve released an energy, a truth, a love that is finally home beneath.
I found love in my feet,
I found God in me.
~written by Jenn Gineros, a fellow spiritual dancer
I feel so blessed to meet and get to know you better at Kel's yesterday. I also know you are already "in my heart". We look forward to dinner soon, I will find a date ok
Louise
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