Dance Nonetheless

"If you try to hang on to your life, you will lose it."

―Matthew 16:25


Dance me to the children who are asking to be born
Dance me through the curtains that our kisses have outworn
Raise a tent of shelter now, though every thread is torn
Dance me to the end of love 

―Leonard Cohen

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Dear Kate,

Is the world closing in on us, or opening itself up?

Life, as I experienced and observed it, rarely opens itself up like a spring flower if not in the deep of a winter night.

But this inverse correlation is not so simple.  What we haven't cultivated in springtime wouldn't be available for our winter harvesting.  We can't draw from a deposit that we haven't made.  And it's human nature to sail how and where the wind carries us, especially when the wind feels to us promising.

Feels.  Of course we also feel the threats, many and by all accounts we knew deep down very possibly sudden, lurking around every bend of our turning, but if our smile could carry the day then a smile is what we want to carry for the day.

We want happy endings, feel we deserve them, but we want no yellow brick old leading to them either.  This pretty much is the diagnosis of the disease of the privileged.

Can anyone, started out healthy and sane, created beautiful and resilient, ever survive such disease of the mind and heart?  One can live in a mansion with a swimming pool and still feel homeless, have the best medical care vouchsafed for life and still cares not to meet one's best.  Fear and loathing shall forever be what we trade on.

Dance to a pensive song but dance nonetheless.

Yours, Alex