Sam and I drove to Bellingham this morning to dance. Once again, a sweet community of dancers who whoop and holler and spin and whirl in hippy pants and floaty skirts and wavy hair. It was a long drive but the mountains were shining in every direction and we had plenty of time to talk since we're just getting to know each other.
Sam and his husband. Beautiful Sam, with a broad smile and loose limbs for dancing wild and crazy. What a lovely man. Men are a minority of the 5 rhythms communities, I think because to be that open and wide takes some courage, especially if you're a guy. The ladies go out and do it, all expressive and sparkly. We don't care so much about being cool, or maybe we're not so locked down in the feeling department.
I can't think of a better way to worship on Sunday than to dance with wild abandon to Prince's "When Doves Cry'.