"When you dance, let your soul
lead. Your body will follow."
muses from a mystic
Just ruminating . . .
Growing up in a religious home,
I never learned to dance. Doesn't
mean I didn't danced anyway.
And alas, I find I'm not much for
dancing these days.
Now, October is playing my song
and I find my soul dancing, if not
my feet . . .
Autumn days are passing . . .
Friends visiting, drinks hoisted
and toasts made. And yes, my
soul is dancing.
Strange about friends . . .
. . . some from far, far away
and others from right next door.
And, ever so many less as we
age, move away, and grow apart.
I find, as I muse and ponder,
that I am ever so grateful for
those who have stayed the
distance . . .
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