I have been living a musical life – just like everyone else. Have sung life in ultra soprano and ultra base notes; flats; majors and minors; allegros and andantes – the whole concerto caboodle. 🙂 I have played every possible life musical instrument that exists too: rock guitar; harp; castanets; African drums; jazz piano – you name it. I have danced every possible life dance: the twist; the salsa; the two-step; gumboot.
One dance I have sucked at: line-dancing (not a good follower). 🙂
And then… the stage crashed. The floor disappeared. I fell without knowing I was falling. Into a space where there was no music. No sound. No musical instruments. No movement. Just.. Nothingness. Deep.. ever-sinking.. pitch black.. motionless.. dead still.. total, merciless darkness..
And the Stumble Dance began. The dance Back to Life. The unfamiliar; never-considered; unexpected Baby Steps Dance. The Just-one-foot-in-front-of-the-Other Dance. The Robotic dance. The Mimicking Dance. An automated dance..
I could do nothing but listen. Then I started practicing. And Life started singing in a different voice – mine. It started presenting new musical instruments: custom made for me by me. I would hesitatingly sing – and Life would echo back a beautiful, angelic chorus. I started dancing again. To a new beat. The beat of my own heart.
Now I am rooted deep into the warm earth; anchored high up in the cool heavens; held up sideways into infinity by an unseen, calm Force. I am home on this earth. Me.
I have actually only just arrived. I have only just been born.
What does the future hold? I don’t know. Just like everybody else. But I know this: whatever dance it is… I will be able to dance it. And I know this too: I am not here alone, and I have not been taught those dances, instruments and vocals for nothing. So I am reaching out to down below and up above.. but also to the sides to take the hands of whoever would like to take mine. I will lead; I will follow; I will walk beside you. But none of us is really alone, and none of us needs to be.
Take my hand, whether you want to do it as a follower of/contributor to my blog or as someone who wants to allow me to help you with writing.
I am here.