We know surgeries, diagnoses, death, birth, loss, gain, peace, depression, war, love.
Native Americans ask, “When was the last time you sang, when was the last time you danced, when was the last time you told your story?”
Though many of us have lost our indigenous body wisdom, we needn’t be cut off from that well of grace. It lives in the dance, song, and spirit of our lives. It’s in one hand (yours or mine), singing one breath, in a small poem or story on our lips.
Singing, they say, is like praying twice. (African proverb.) When there is song and dance and a story that carries you, what kind of praying is that? Big.
Today, any who can, lift our hearts to heaven to dance on behalf of strangers and loved ones unable to dance themselves.
Stand or raise a hand in the air and let this voice carry you….in Amazing Grace. (make sure to listen to the end.)
Raise a hand in all directions to meet those of us who share this connection. You’re one in a million!