dance

Whether you are at an Indigenous celebration, a gathering in an African village or celebrating a wedding dance at a community hall, dancing is part of the culture of humanity. I recently attended a jazz performance and was the fortunate one of many in the audience who was mezmorized and captivated by the footwork, movement and creativity of the dancers. As we swayed in our seats, tapped our feet, and listened to the drum beat, the song of the sax and the vibration of the bass, the music pulsed in our veins.

Sometimes we catch a tune and are pulled like the strings of the violin and we skip a beat in our cadence of steps. Sometimes we are held taunt like a tight rope walker, carefully not wanting to step on anyone’s toes. Sometimes we just dance, forgetting the dischords and dancing on the wind of change, ready to explore where it takes us. Other tmes, we are smothered with the dripping, sad notes that need a sassy sway, a jubiliant jump or an energized emission of released creativity. We need the beat.

The music is in us. A solo on stage to the guiding hand of our leading partner on the dancefloor. A sporatic “bust a move” on the worn old sidewalk to the gentle swirl and twirl of lovers entwined in a concrete parkade above the city. In the park, on a roadway, anywhere our feet can move. Dancing with the stars. Dancing with our children. Dancing to the joy overflowing for all our blessings and the gift of music in our lives. So let your dance begin.

Now King David was told, “The Lord has blessed the household of Obed-Edom and everything he has, because of the ark of God.” So David went to bring up the ark of God from the house of Obed-Edom to the City of David with rejoicing. When those who were carrying the ark of the Lord had taken six steps, he sacrificed a bull and a fattened calf. Wearing a linen ephod, David was dancing before the Lord with all his might, while he and all Israel were bringing up the ark of the Lord with shouts and the sound of trumpets. 2 Samuel 6:12-15