Dancing is a vertical expression of a horizontal desire.
Dance – Movement of the Heart
Elizabeth W. Marshall
If only all would dance. Simply, a little more.
As shadows, sun’s rays, and white foam waves,
Their rhythmic breaking in and on the shore.
What a gentle teacher ocean is.
Of how to find your rhythm, how to learn to dance.
Water, foam and wave thrust on shelly sand.
The dance of wave on wave, eyes Beauty from the shore.
And we think far too often to save it for the feasts.
For man to do a pas de deux when woman dresses up for out.
But what of the dance of the everyday, the simple celebrations.
Of life and living, joy in the daily, movement becomes art.
And what of running fingers down the page, and letting words join in.
The dance of wordplay, phrase finds rhythm on the page,
Partners up with thought and steps from line to line, a dance.
What if words would partner with the heart, to do a dance of lyrical along
The lines of prose, does it become poetic and more a jig with steps more
Light and gay, where space is left so eyes can linger, breathing soft and slow.
Creates a space for eyes and hearts to partner up with mind, and waltz and
Sway, no need to rush, the pace is slow, the soul can take her time.
The pace of living can slow and savor, seeking steps which linger,
Long and longer, sweet and merry, hurry left behind.
And do we long to dance, because so early on we did, swayed and rocked as babies
The motion taught so young, to drift and sway and rock and sing, why leave that
Back in childhood. Can’t every movement restore Dance, isn’t life worth dancing truly?
Find steps light and graceful, feasting on the now, with song, and grateful pairing up
As happy partners, loving life and dancing in the moment.
Learning from trees their limbs sway, the tails of dog, like metronome have rhythm.
If only all would simply dance, a little more when living.
(Thank you for joining me on this 31 Days – A Series of Words. This is the Part 5 in the series. Other posts have included Ordinary, Savor, Hope, and The Poetic if you would like to back travel and read. Grateful to have you journeying with this pilgrim.) Note, in crediting Robert Frost’s quote on dance and my subsequent piece, I have placed my name beside my writing. Please know this is for clarification simply and that I highly esteem Robert Frost’s work and feel humbled to even be on the same page. This was to give credit, no form of comparison. Please note this, and extend grace for any wrong association or comparison which was never intended. Thanks, for grace. –Elizabeth.
9 thoughts on “Dancing – Movement of the Heart (Day 5)”
Wow, Elizabeth. Wow. This is absolutely lovely. I love that idea of returning to dance. Return to the sway, the metronome, the free. Thank you.
There is joy in it. We just don’t open the gift often enough. Humbled.
And isn’t every day a feast? So why aren’t we moving through our days to their rhythm? You are exactly right, we have lost our ear for that slow, deliberate pulse that was planted in us at our making. Here’s to closing out all that would drown out that melody and beginning once again…to dance.
So glad I have ones that see the hunger for the slow and the sway, the lyrical and the soft padding of feet through the days and into the nights. All the days are feast days, friend. All the days. Celebration in the everyday , celebration of just being.
So beautiful. I was once a ballerina and I still love to dance. There is such joy in the movement. Love to you friend.
Love your way too. Hope you will dance into the evening under the moon and stars. Thanks for bringing your sweet self here. You left footprints, you did.
OH yes to all of this.
I do long to dance. to bend freely in worship. . . .
love and hugs to you, friend! keep writing!
love the reminders of motion and movement, dance. thank you for the beauty of your words.
This is beautiful!! Love the quote — dancing capture my heart. It’s freeing, embracing, and a great outpouring to worship! Blessings friend.