Dancing With Myself

Tuesday night I’m home alone (Warren is on a job out of state) and I decide I’m going to slip on my iPod headphones and dance around the house, something I haven’t done for a long time (it just doesn’t feel quite right when there’s someone in the house). Truth be told, I’m an uncoordinated, awkward and uncreative dancer, but I make up for it with energy, passion and joyfulness. I dance to Def Leppard and I dance to Miriam Makeba; I dance to 80’s music and I dance to Lady Gaga; I make even the Hoff look skillful on the dance floor. But thirty minutes later I’m exhausted, sweaty and feeling pretty damn good.


Wednesday night I go to yoga and my amazing instructor Leslie shares a story about her 95 year old grandmother-in-law, who’s being cared for in a facility run by nuns, a story that ends with an observation about how the nuns caring for her are happy no matter what their circumstances because they see God in everyone around them. She then related that to what we say at the end of each class – “Namaste” – or bowing to the divine light within ourselves and in others around us, a similar concept. She invited us to really think about what that means and finished the discussion with a quote she had recently read in Yoga Journal magazine that immediately spoke to me – “I’m dancing better with the Divine all the time.” Which, to me, means that every day I get better at recognizing the divine in myself and in others, hopefully leading to a happier, more peaceful, more compassionate DonnaLee. And I can’t help but marvel (yet again) how certain things occur coincidentally.


So…Tuesday night…was I dancing with myself? Or was I dancing with the Divine and just didn’t know it at the time?


Blessings and Love to All.