I was a dancer in a ‘previous’ life. For 17 years it was my life. My life focus. And then it wasn’t. But still I clung to that dream, that identity and that loss. Certainly I had faced much greater losses than simply a career. A sister who died in infancy. Then my father. And I was due to have more in my lifetime. Life dances and you must dance with it irregardless of your best intentions, it moves you with the rhythm and in the direction of its own unfolding. This is the necessary price and incarnate gift of being alive in a body. We cannot escape the continuous dance. It is an impersonal truth of life. None of us gets to be an exception. Life is like this.
I often think life would be so good if we could just freeze moments in time, the time when we were happy, when we knew we were loved. But, we can’t. And so instead, we find ourselves retracing footsteps that may have washed away. We fight to remember our connections even as time wipes our slate clean. And we strive to make new connections we hope time will indulge. When communication fails, words remain behind, proof that we were here, that we mattered, that someone cared. In the end, the past may be all we have.
