7/30/15 RMB Magic and the Dance
Dear Rita Mae
Brown,
Some days have
higher highs and lower lows. In the end we strike a balance. To those injured
and ill we send healing. And we cover the bases in between.
Last night I
attended Reverend Millie Landis’ Wednesday Night Forum for the first time in
too long. My nephew trio accompanied me. To church seemed an appropriate course
to take, after the day’s egg-fighting fiasco.
Upon arrival, hugs
were shared, as we discussed those who were with us in spirit, although illness
may have removed them from our presence. Familiar faces have aged. The green
chairs have dimmed ever so slightly and there is a new invisible layer of
something else on them, something left behind from touch, people sitting in
them, stacking them, moving them about for classes and services. They are as
comfortable as ever though. The people, they may be older, but their hearts are
the same at the core.
There is new
paint on the walls. And there are new faces among those gathered, like Maria’s
Kat, who have found the magic and speak its praises. And it takes me back. I remember
the first insights and acknowledgements, happy to be in a place where the magic
is shared and celebrated.
The boys and I
discuss the source of such blessings on our way home, full of cookies and
cupcakes and a little spicy guacamole. They have all the answers, in their combined
wisdom at ten, eleven and thirteen years of age. I hope to know them when they
are posing the next generation’s questions.
Tonight Teddy
Tapscott and Diane are on the road traveling from our southern California
desert to northern California for a Native American dance, another kind of
magic. There they will honor our universe with its generation’s past and
future, by drumming and singing sacred songs for the dancers. Tonight they will
drive until midnight and greet the sun tomorrow with more driving to reach
their destination on time.
The Indian
guide that Reverend Millie introduced me to, Ten Bears, will ride with them and
watch over them on their journey, as will Teddy’s Rainbow Bear Light
Dancer.
I am reading
Anita Moorjani’s Dying To Be Me. She writes of living in the “magnificence”,
whatever form it may take for you. Somewhere between the day’s highs and lows,
while holding tight to the magic, when I look carefully, I catch a glimpse of
that “magnificence”. It shines through the magic and the Dance.
Many happy
returns,
Loraine
