A call on the phone,
my nieces are having a show at school.
Remembering those June show and dance recital an image appears!
The girls together on a stage, too cute for words!
Watching each other, giggling, feet moving.
Flash to those years my sister and I danced.
That yearly dance show, always the same audience.
Parents, friends, and instructors.
Our home team: Cioci jadwiga, Babci from Chelsea, Karen Karolkiewicz,sometimes Stryna, sometimes Miss Natalie.
My mom, Pani driving everyone as usual!
I enjoyed myself dancing, and I still do.
A solitary dance… eyes closed, my body moves.
At one with the light and the sound.
Where is it that soul goes when our bodies dance?
Id it like the Sufi’s say? Yes!
Dance is the movement reflecting the motion that the soul takes on its journey home to the divine.