Just a quick post on Psalm 150. Sorry I'm so late.
Something that stands out to me is the commonality of dance among spiritual traditions. There is the Stomp Dance of the Cherokee, the Whirling of the Sufi, the Jewish circle dances, the moving meditation of the Tibetan monks....and on and on and on.
Dance is common. Why? I think there is heard, again and again in different places and eras the call - "Come dance with Me."
Come dance with Me. Dance as an expression of spiritual joy. Dance as a means of drawing close to the Lover.
Personally, (though it has been awhile) I have been known to put in a CD (perhaps the David Crowder Band or Rita Springer...or something totally unexpected), close the blinds, crank up the volume, grab my prayer shawl to use as prop --- and dance my heart out. Whirling, clapping, singing, shouting, kneeling, whispering, whirling again. Somewhere in there self-awareness stops and I notice that I am not alone. I am answering the call to dance with my Love and my heart is opened and healed.
I didn't realize how much I had missed this until now. Thanks for the reminder!
4 comments:
This post brought smiles. I understand "Come dance with me!" Thank you Twyla. You are so fun!
Neat post -- especially as I won't get up on a dance floor without at least one beer in me (and that's down from a few years ago).
Wasn't one of the Hindu gods called Lord of the Dance? I remember reading that someplace.
Hi Twyla - nice post! You aren't alone ... I do that too :-)
Y'all may not believe this, but I was once a instructor at Arthur Murray- briefly. I wasn't any good as a salesperson, which is what the instructors must be to remain.
Luckily I got out of there just before entering the Baptist Seminary, sounds like going in two directions. I was lucky to leave AM because Baptists of that day considered dancing one of the cardinal sins.
I did enjoy the dance, and still have a bit of the joy in these old bones.
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