The Dance Continues

Seems like i have a little theme going on here….it could be that the fire to dance and be inspired by music and allow myself to be transformed back in time by a song, has taken over. Dispite the poor sailing weather last week and canceled races due to lack of wind….a good time was had. I discovered my love of dancing again. I was actually surprised at the ease at which letting go came. Just when I thought my body could not take one more song…a good song would be played and I was transported back to the many times before when I danced around to it. What joy! I had forgotten how much fun I got out of dancing. I must make a note of doing more of it. Even if it is just in my living room.

So in a quiet moment this past weekend I saw the video from Garth Brooks’ song The Dance. It was like I was hearing the words for the first time. They sunk in a little deeper. Just reading them below one would think of a love lost but in the video he rolls clips of JFK, Martin Luther King – the dance signifying the time shared loving, fighting, and trying to understand the way they saw the future.

I personally took these lyrics and looked upon the life I have had up to this point. Yes I could have missed the buried anger, fear, resentment, guilt, sadness and pain but though all of that I would have missed the dance of the support, love, joy, laughter, creativity, nurturing that I received and learned to give. So much of our life is about avoiding pain and getting and doing things to make us happier. How do we live life trying to avoid the pain when in essence it leads to missing out on the love? On Life? I see now and give thanks for the pain of my past and understand how it has shaped the person I am today. I see how my life experiences and my healing process has provided me with the opportunity to serve and assist others through their pain. I am so grateful for this.

Looking back on the memory of
The dance we shared beneath the stars above
For a moment all the world was right
How could I have known you’d ever say goodbye
And now I’m glad I didn’t know
The way it all would end the way it all would go
Our lives are better left to chance I could have missed the pain
But I’d of had to miss the dance
Holding you I held everything
For a moment wasn’t I the king
But if I’d only known how the king would fall
Hey who’s to say you know I might have changed it all
And now I’m glad I didn’t know
The way it all would end the way it all would go
Our lives are better left to chance I could have missed the pain
But I’d of had to miss the dance
Yes my life is better left to chance
I could have missed the pain but I’d of had to miss the dance

Don’t miss the dance that is going on in your life right now. Yes there will be discomfort but in this discomfort is joy and peace. And this is no time to sit on the side lines – there is love to be given & received.

Breath Deep the dance continues…

Ty

A crazy little Dance….

If you haven’t heard of Matt then you need to take a look at this: .  I have travelled…certainly not as extensive as Matt but i can’t help but feel the connectedness with the world when you see how dance and letting go can bring such huge smiles to our hearts.  One would hope that with a greater understanding of our neighbors across the world that we would think twice about judging them, or bombing them…they are just like us.  Just looking for the joy and contentment that even a little guy and a goofy dance can bring..

Let go a little do a gig…walk to your own sound track.

Just let go,

Ty

A little Miracle

Yes, we I believe that miracles happen all around us everyday. Life in its self is a miracle. We just have to hear of Jill Bolte Taylor’s story to be swept up into the wonder and miracle of life.

Love is powerful. It flows and beats through us every moment. Unfortunately not everyone grows up in a home where love was shared with hugs, kisses or ‘I love yous’. We can feel less than the wonder and power that we truly are.

I had a safe home to live in, clean water to drink, food on the table, both parents at home, extended family close by and involved, structure, rules, and freedom. A wonderful loving home by what was provided. Reflecting on my childhood my sister and I had I pretty good. But the element missing included the verbal reinforcement of this external physical /material love. Our family wasn’t huggy, kissy or lovy-dovy. All the love and affection, hugs so tight that it could induce a skip in the heart beat and lovin’ in the deliverance of freshly baked jimmy jam cookies, came from Grammie, my dad’s mom. Grammie lived down the road from us and she died in 2000.

This day was the last time:

A) I saw my dad cry, and

B) I hugged my dad.

My dad grew up much the way he raised my sister and I, without the hugs, kisses and I love yous. Funny considering how Grammie showered the grandkids with love. So on Father’s day this year my dad reached in my car window and put his hand on my shoulder to tell me how much he believed in me and my entrepreneurial venture it was great to hear. Once I got the car parked and out ready to join the rest of the family at the BBQ, Dad asked if I knew that he loved me. We had a big hug and shared I love yous. A moment I never knew would happen but one that meant a tremendous amount to me. We talked and cried and as my sister would call it ‘bonded’. There are so many things we just know but don’t share. I know my parents love me, I know they are thrilled with me and the work I am doing. But a tiny part of you never really knows for sure until you hear it. Both Dad and I came together and became closer that day.

So my advice or recommendation for today is to go out drop your guard and love someone and tell them. Tell them you are proud of them, it will change them and it will change you. I love my dad even deeper because he had the courage to share how he felt and if you really knew my dad you would know how hard that can be.

Today’s Task: Hug and least 3 people and tell them you love them.

Happy Hugging,

Ty