Saturday, May 09, 2015

Beautiful day again for visiting babies and walking in the woods. Sara and I drove to Tacoma last night to dance. It was late. We got stuck in traffic. We found the yoga studio up a flight of stairs, weird little room with too many people and very HOT, one small fan. But we danced and danced. We danced for all the babies we delivered while Lynn was away (14 at least), we danced for the late nights with no sleep, the worry about certain clients, the inevitable losses and sorrows inherent in our work, the beautiful births and sweet tired parents.

Sometimes it just has to come out of the body, the stress and pain and joy and all of it. We who stand beside the great rolling waterfall of life and death, witnessing. Holding and guiding with as much compassion as we have for ourselves and the whole suffering world.

Peace and kindness rain upon us all.


Ms. Moon said...

I just think that dancing the way you do is a remarkably spiritual and beautiful thing. I am so glad you have it.

Elizabeth said...

I need to dance. I said that to one of my sons the other day who looked mortified. It's been so long since I've danced. I love that you do so and wonder if I could find a place that would "allow" it.

Betsy MacWhinney said...

Yay for the dancing! Have you read this, btw?


beth coyote said...

Mary-It is.

Elizabeth-Find 5 rhythms-there are teachers in LA. Go. You won't be sorry. And let me know what you think.

Betts-I read the description and yowza!!! A Cuisinart of craziness. I'm in.