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They were not the greatest dancers…

Their bodies didn’t always move the way they wanted them to move…

and in all the years they’ve danced together…their dancing has not improved..

When the music starts to play…they try moving with the beat

but she is always one step behind…and he has two left feet.

During slow songs they hold each other…they rock side-to-side and sway

but despite their total lack of rhythm…they love dancing together anyway.

If you watch their smiles…not their feet…while they dance…

you’ll see how each face glows…. 

even though they look a little awkward……and step on one another’s toes.

It doesn’t matter to them, however, how clumsy they may look…

or how many people with smirks are glancing….

because they know when two hearts are connected….

it’s their souls that do the dancing.

They are smiling 

not because their feet on the dance floor can’t seem to find their way…

they’re smiling 

knowing inside their souls

dance a beautiful ballet.

May we be blessed every now and then to dance 

like we danced when we were kids….

to dance in a perfect circle…

like our indigenous ancestors did…

To them…the circle dance was not a dance they happened to dance by chance…

To them…dancing in a circle is what gave meaning to the dance

For they believed 

dancing is a way pray

that prayer helps people heal

when people heal they can give

and when giving is how they live…

the circle is complete…

the whole world is enhanced…

because when people give to live

It makes them want to dance.

I believe we’re created to be discoverers…from the moment of our birth!

meant to discover all the things we love…while here upon the Earth.

I think that’s why so often on a chid’s face a smile finds its way…

because they are discovering new things to love…new things in each and every day,

I’m not sure when I started loving Celtic music…

when the sound of the fiddle first made me grin…

I imagine it happened years ago…when heard my first violin. 

I’n not sure when I started loving an Irish accent

I imagine it was when I saw a woman from Ireland…

had the chance to meet her.

and I heard the same words that I speak…

Lout of her mouth…sound much sweeter.

I’m not sure when I started loving Celtic songs…

I imagine it was when I heard an Irish woman sing

In a voice as clear and beautiful as the mountain dew…in Spring.

I’m not sure when I started loving Irish dancing…

I imagine it was when I first was mesmerized by those flying feet…

and realized how so much grace and beauty could be paired with a rhythm and a beat.

I’m not sure when these loves began…I imagine each at a certain age

but yesterday we were treated to all these…together on one stage.

Opportunities to discover new things we love become harder to find

the older that we grow

So it’s nice when we rediscover things we learned to love…a long long time ago…

Which is why sitting in the theater…everything felt so comfortable…so right

as I watched and listened to the music and the dancing of a Celtic Summer’s Night.

And why as I sat mesmerized…to the beauty…the power…the grace

the same smile I smiled when I discovered these loves as a child…

found its way across my face.

Today I’m thankful for the ability to dance

and for having read the words of people like Vicki Baum…a gifted Austrian writer

Who through her writing helped to make our world a little brighter  

Like the day in her life when she penned this little gem

There are shortcuts to happiness she wrote

and dancing is one of them

 The other night at work I had mellow ’60’s music playing in the store

when a couple carrying their young son entered through the door.

Guessing someone’s age the more I age is harder and harder for me

but by the way he toddled through the store I’d say he was two or maybe three.

When he toddled up to the speaker where the music was playing

he stopped…he listened and when he finally felt the beat….

faster than you can say Richie Havens…he began to move his feet.

He toddle-danced left…he toddle-danced right then he began to bounce up and down

and the more the music moved him…he started spinning round and round.

But a toddler can only spin so much…three times…maybe four…

before dizziness and gravity directed him to the floor.

He’d sit there for a moment staring…smiling at me…and then

moved once more by the music…he’d begin to dance again.

It was fun to watch this little boy move to the beat and toddle-dance to the rhythm…

and fun to watch all the customers who couldn’t walk by 

without stopping to toddle-dance with him.

If you don’t think music is universal…that it can’t bring people together…

that it doesn’t our world enhance…

I invite you into our bookstore where you can listen to the music

and where, if you’re lucky, you can watch toddlers and people dance.

Oh yea!  As Boe the owner of the bookstore likes to remind me…

I also have a job to do…

So while you’re listening to the music…

and watching toddlers and people dance…

It’d be great if…you would buy a book or two.