Some days, despite their crowded moments, are fertile for reflection. I thought back to last weekend as I sat upon a rock and savored its warmth.  “As I would enter any monastery with thoughts cleansed of arrogance and bearing forgiveness, humility, and love, so may my thoughts be cleansed and filled when I walk upon this earth. Oneness. May I move in the world in meditation and wild imagination.”

To remember the dance the day I laid down to baptize myself in the thaw and flow of snow transformed into a moving river. To dance again with the day I stood upon a boulder 12,000 feet in the air and shouted “I am alive!” The corn meal blessings left in thanks. The unknown paths streamed in sunlight. The stillness of a leaf on a foggy lake. The sky like a journal calling me to write. The turning of a plant casting its fire upon the sun’s own fire. To see not moments but a continuous dance and conversation.

Truly the original words have deepened and taken a life of their own. May the Divine’s wild imagination within me know no barriers … May I move with fierce, fearless softness in the world honoring its sacred dance.