“There are lots of ways to dance and
to spin, sometimes it just starts my
feet first then my entire body, I am
spinning no one can see it but it is
happening. I am so glad to be alive,
I am so glad to be loving and loved.
Even if I were close to the finish, even if I were at my final breath, I
would be here to take a stand, bereft
of such astonishments, but for them.
If I were a Sufi for sure I would be
one of the spinning kind.”
– Mary Oliver
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Love this, Rudri!
As a kinetically-oriented person, anyway, movement is meaning to me! It says “I’m alive and I can express my energy, enthusiasm and appreciation by synchronizing my bodily motion to music (instrumentally generated or otherwise)” Thanks for the reflective opportunity…Trish
So happy it resonated with you, Trish. As a runner I know you appreciate the sentiment behind the poem.