Thursday, April 1, 2010

The Dance

     If I should glance over my shoulder as I leave, I am not asking that you should come with me. It is a glance in case it is the last and a wish for god speed. If I should stare into your eyes after you have spoken, I do not doubt what you say. Sometimes my heart likes to speak before my words. If I should ask if you are ‘ok’ I doubt neither your strength nor honesty nor do I speak out of need. I would rather you give me a knowing smile that tells my worry to cease than to think I did not care or notice.
     It is such a delicate dance and one never wishes to step on the other’s toes. In a dance one partner may lead. It is in the tension of the giving through the matching of strength to strength that creates the beauty of the movements, the dance.