This is the dance of life. I read these words years ago and, obviously, never forgot them because they struck home. This simple thought goes right to the heart of the problem of living on this planet. Caught up in societies march of success, I had spent many years pushing myself to move faster and work harder only to find myself slowly losing my way.
I didn't know how to dance.
So I tried it. I started on one side of the room and made myself take two steps forward and one step back. Again and again and again. I made it across the room. And that proved progress is possible without running faster or working harder.
Now and then, I still forget to dance.
But this week, when the peaceful, quiet house got drowned out by my fears, I remembered. Two steps forward and one step back. I smile and look up at the sky. I look around my studio and see beaded art treasures from long ago got framed.
New bowls were thrown. Vases and platters were made and stamped with leaves and lace.
Small delicate porcelain lilies got mounted into a new black frame.
All while I was dancing...two steps forward and one step back. My art and my heart moved forward together.