Crimson Lake, Alberta
You have heard the idiom Time Marches On. I prefer to think about its passing as time Dancing on.
Life isn’t a goose-stepping, linear parade; it swirls and twirls and glitters. Sometimes we waltz, sometimes we two-step, but always we move to a rhythm.
We try to synchronize our movements with everyone in the ballroom. Sometimes we bump into each other, or step on other people’s toes. We might get sidelined without a partner, or temporarily lose the beat, but dance we must, so we find our way back in and pick up the tempo.
Friends at Danceland – Little Manitou Beach, Saskatchewan
Many believe that the band is conducted by a deity and that the steps of the Dance are predetermined. Maybe, but I don’t see it that way. I believe that collectively, we are the deity. The world and the people in it have a powerful cadence. We determine the rhythm of the Dance.
So, choose a partner. Now allemande left, and …
… Do-Si-Do!
Today would have been my Mom’s 91st birthday. Unfortunately, she stepped off the dance floor at first intermission and missed the second half of the Dance.
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