Yesterday I delivered a baby. And she's a beautiful thing and her parents and the grandmas and the cousin and auntie.
The whole family is blessed.
Sometimes I'll drive around my city and I'll pass a house where a babe was born and I think, "That house is blessed, this block is blessed."
This morning I went to dance class with my old tired body and I danced myself into a whirl of happiness. Dancing=life.
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I have the same feelings when I pass certain houses where I know a baby was born back in the old days. Me there too.
I danced last night, by myself, in my hallway.
I needed that.
I danced your "H whirl" 12 years ago and did not know it was my last. Now, walking = alive, with thanks.
New life is always inspiring and amazing.
Sometimes i dance the demons out.
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