Dance.. Dance.. Dance..

I have long read “The Secret” by Rhonda Bryne… and through it, she spoke of the power of the “universe conspiracy” wherein even “stars” secretly aligned themselves along with the “moon” to secretly guide and light the path of any one who is in dire need of their joint effort.

I am aware that dancing indeed hypes a person up… pumping the blood along the rhythmic beat of the sounds of whatever music there is…but the most powerful music of all is the silence that the “heart” gives…

Let me share some “dancing steps” which I have learned for the past 24 years of my life…

Have you ever experienced “dancing” with the roses of an 18 year old lady, while you are still so young and won’t give away the roses which is meant for the 18 Dance presentation? Yes. I have, and now I remember, that was the brat “kid” in me before.

Have you ever experienced “dancing” along the fast beat of the music jock in a bar, throwing yourself out for the wonder of having fun? Yes. I have, and until now I love those “parties”. The crowd dancing and mastering the art of “squeezing” in the pit without stepping on somebody else’s shoes.

Have you ever experienced “dancing” with somebody with just no music at all, but the fluid sound of two hearts carefully beating in life and for life? Yes, I have danced that way with somebody years ago…and that was one dance which I can never forget for the rest of my life.

Have you ever experienced “dancing” with nature? I have. and the relaxation was breathtaking…

Then, in a recent encounter, I have learned another method of “dancing”, which for me, is one of the most-perfect-and-carefully executed steps. The “dance of the universe”. Even without any rehearsal at all, but having the unexplainable feeling of being at the right place and at the right time to finally “dance” a part of your life with an “angel” for the first time, whom I am so thankful for. The presence of the angel is so physically present at that time, and the acceptance of my emotional outpour and life drama (confusion and affirmations) was enough to keep the angel from kicking the stubborn me inside.

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Tears and laughters can indeed be a perfect combo meal, topped with pure words of concern and love and the “imaginary” cliff-hanging moment of the baby eagle in between.

the baby eagle at the cliff

The angel helped a lot in helping me envision clearly the reasons of my existence. The reasons which I have known deep down, but tended to suppress.

and that is LOVE. Pure love for my family and for life.

Thank you for the “rage”, you made me happy and your comforting silence of acceptance while the story left my lips, brought me the joy of actually being able to “speak” again…

May my feet be forever restless…

What a dancing moment.. I know I can do this… I know I shall dance freely soon… salamat…