dance peacefully.

Dance, when you’re broken open. Dance, if you’ve torn the bandage off. Dance in the middle of the fighting. Dance in your blood. Dance, when you’re perfectly free.

[apparently by rumi but i didn’t check]

peace and dance make us surrender to the idea of control. i suppose i am learning that lesson at the moment. i can make sure i am strong enough to speak from my most balanced self, to weather any attacks thrown at me. i can assist you, send you good energy, be your echo, your shoulder or your ami critique, be at your side should you need me, friend, lover, parent, colleague, but i cannot ensure your happiness or end your suffering. i do not own anything but my own attitude towards that which i encounter on my path.

my afternoon was pure bliss. sunshine, meaningful work, music, time enough to deal with things in a leisurely pace.

i am still thinking about an editorial change, but haven’t made up my mind about how that should work. ideas welcome.

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