I attended a large, happy wedding this past weekend where I spent most
of the afternoon in one of my favorite pastimes, people-watching! I was
especially intrigued watching people dance. As the afternoon progressed,
shyness gave way to the desire to have fun and celebrate! Couples and
clusters, old and very young, all were literally "joining in the
dance" that made up the joy of this afternoon.
One little girl particularly intrigued me. She was an extraordinarily
pretty child, around 8 years old, gregarious and wildly full of energy! She
danced with her dad who tossed and twirled her as she squealed in absolute
delight. Daughter and Dad kept up the uninhibited pace solidly for over
an hour, sometimes joined by Mom, without sign of slowing down, until
the disc jockey announced that everyone would have a chance to try a
new dance!
Our little dancing dynamo sat down on the floor and wouldn't get up.
The mom asked her why she didn't want to dance. The girl answered that
she "didn't know how" to do this new dance. Mom explained to
daughter what she needed to do, the girl nodded that she understood,
and the three of them resumed dancing patterns that looked exactly like
what they had been doing before. The little girl seemed not to notice
that she was doing exactly what she had been doing all afternoon. The
only thing that mattered to her was that she now knew how to do the new
dance, and armed with this knowledge, she was completely unafraid.
One of my other delights of the afternoon was getting to talk at length
with a friend I had not seen in quite awhile. This woman is a most competent,
confident, successful professional in the counseling and healing arts. She
also happens to be an outstanding Broadway/Cabaret-style singer with
whom I had the pleasure of performing several years ago. I asked her
where she had been singing lately, for I hadn't been aware of anything
she had been doing. To my surprise, she told me that she had stopped
singing! I was completely astonished! Singing is something my friend
enjoys doing nearly more than
anything else! Plus, the woman has everything going for her, great looks,
great voice, fine stage delivery; all this and she had quit!
What astounded me most of all is that she had quit because she could
no longer endure the paralyzing anxiety attacks she would get before
and during a performance. She told me that she had been experiencing
some therapy and making good progress. She had come so far, in fact,
that she was ready to resume lessons once again.
She asked me if I were ever afraid, and what did I do about it. Of course,
there are times that "nerves" will get me for some reason or
other, but not often. Somewhere years ago, I came to the realization
that I had done all I could do. I had prepared as well as I could for
that point in history, I "knew my dance". There really was
nothing left to do except to surrender to the experience. Let it be what
it would be, and not many would either remember or care 15 minutes past
the end of the performance. All I could ever do was
put my heart and soul into my work that moment, and then, let it go.
I wondered how much of "who we are", do we shut down, stop
doing, put on hold, or never explore because we have some sort of fear
about not being good enough, about being criticized, harmed in some way,
or simply because we "don't know the dance". We, the world,
and All-That-Is experience only loss when we accept being less than our
full potential.
Come on! Live your joy! Be your passion! Dance your dance! Laugh and
rejoice, and then to the four winds, let it all go!