The Sky is Rearranging A journey from pieces to completed puzzles

I learned to do the two-step!  Despite the fact that I am a Texas girl I had never learned to slide across the dance floor to that country beat they so appropriately call the two-step.  Slide, slide, short, short….and on and on.  Spin the girl here, glide together there, but always in rhythm to the one-two-one-two.  After a lesson in my kitchen where the tile made the gliding easier than the carpet in my living room, I was invited for my test.  I put on my blue jeans, great boots and was ready to walk through the door of the red rustic building to what National Geographic called their “favorite night spot”.  Sliding and gliding around the floor of a true Texas honky-tonk to the music of  ”real cowboy musicians” was exhilarating!    Yes, I stepped on a few toes and my toes were stepped on a few times but that is why you wear boots.   I lost the beat several times, but my partner always stopped to help me find the rhythm.

We sat out one dance and I watched the people gliding across the floor so gracefully.  The dancers were smiling, with each breath and step they exhaled a joy that was evident to everyone around them.  They were on the floor, participating in the dance that is life.  I wanted to be back on the floor, I wanted to feel the motion and the wonder that the dance provides.

The time has come to take part in the dance that is life.  To visit and experience not just the dance halls and honky-tonks that provide the sawdust covered floor to two-step to the beat of the music, but to experience all the dances that make up this life.  It is time to quit watching others and be someone who others can watch with wonder.

Can I have this dance?