Once again, the days have rolled on and almost a month has passed since the last post.  It is often said that "time marches on". This can conjure up images of ranks of soldiers whose boots smack a drum-beat of relentless and unstoppable rhythm as they drive forward. There is purpose and precision, but no deviation or finesse. They advance, careless of anything and everything that stands in their path. The passage of days can feel like that.

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Then there are days when "time dances on". Boot-smacks are replaced by sweet music (real or ethereal); relentless forward movement gives way to joyful sway, circling, unfolding paths. The rhythm is not fixed - maybe not even clear - and certainly not constant. These days are free, responsive, joy-filled.  We are not slave to the 'dancing days' - nor they to us. They and we flow responsively, appreciatively, even sensually, together.

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Over our time away, especially in Yarragon, we experienced many 'dancing days'. Without intention, or even awareness initially, the familiar marching army of work and medical concerns were first put 'at ease' and then finally 'dismissed'. The rhythm of life changed and the 'dancing' began. There were 'slow dancing' times, and (short) bursts of energetic free expression. Some times were beautiful and balletic; others 'awkward', tentative and private. We danced these days alone, together and with friends.

This was a sacred and precious time of learning and soul-deep rest. God grant that all our remaining days all be danced! 

Time, embrace me hold me near

Lead me in the dance of life, be it brief or long

Melody sweet and cadence mine 

Teach me the steps and gently guide

So to surrender the dance

To the giver of days