Today as I danced, the woman behind me sobbed, grieving the husband who died last week, and I realized I’ve become less comfortable with my own public tears.
Today as I danced, I touched the spirits of ancestors and children waiting to be born.
Today as I danced I felt my power, my softness, my ache.
Today, I danced.
Grateful.
Alive.
I love how you make all of the messiness of living so beautiful…
Oh, Alana. Yes, yes, yes. Lovely. xoxo
Love the picture! Enlarge, enlarge!!
Oh you beautiful, elegant you. I love you.
Alana Thank You for sharing you beautiful Poem What an experience in our morning
Blessings Mikelle
So lovely, Alana. And utterly you, you gorgeous thing.
Beautiful Alana – thank you!!! I haven’t been on any blogs in a while and I am loving getting caught up on yours. xoxo