Let us dance in the sun, wearing wild flowers in our hair... ~Susan Polis Shutz
I spent the morning yesterday with elders providing them with some stimulating activities. I went around to each one and asked for a dance. We held hands and danced together eye to eye, connected through our hands. I was so privileged to watch a light come alive in them as they remembered dancing, as they tenderly met me in a moment of dancing. Precious moments.