Dance, when you’re broken open. Dance, if you’ve torn the bandage off. Dance in the middle of the fighting. Dance in your blood. Dance when you’re perfectly free.
Rumi
Nearly 750 years after his death, that Rumi always seems to have something profound to say, doesn’t he? Today, dear ones, I want you to dance.
I’m not asking for a foxtrot or whatever is happening on TikTok at the moment. When I ask you to dance, I want you to feel the draw of absolute surrender to this moment. Feel what you’re feeling, then acknowledge and thank your feelings for the information they are trying to provide, and release them. Your feelings are supposed to be messengers, not permanent residents.
Dance when you’re broken open.
When it seems as though everything that could go wrong is going wrong, dance.
Dance if you’ve torn the bandage off.
When you’ve finally walked away from your family because their presence in your life is harming you, dance. When you’ve spoken your truth with shaking hands, dance.
Dance when you’re perfectly free. Never forget that I love you, and that excludes no one.
Love,
