Terpsichorean Motion

“This is your time, this is your dance; live every moment, leave nothing to chance. Swim in the sea, drink of the deep; embrace the mystery of all you can be.” ~ Michael W. Smith

An idea has been oscillating in my head as of late. Of movement, nature, and time as one divine thing. Ticking clocks, the sound of Irish pipes, love songs, and a sky filled with stars. And a coming of age and innocence. Some thinkers perceive the ancient Greek goddess/muse of dance as a metaphor for the cosmic dance to which the entire universe moves. Terpsichore. “Delight in dancing” is what her name means. Yes, she’s a myth, but imagine: a powerful, radiant woman personified as the passion and rhythm of this universe. A force of orderliness that can’t be escaped. That is a beat to which I can sync.

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The Plight of the Musically Inclined

I love to play the piano.  I play the piano at our house with frequency.  But sometimes…people at my house just don’t want me to play.  I walk into the living room and sit down.  I play two notes but then get shot down, which really puts a damper on my spirits.  Sometimes, I…ever so slowly…so as not to cause a commotion…walk into the living room yet don’t even make it to the piano bench before I hear someone from the kitchen say the phrase in an annoyed tone, “No!  Not right now, Mal!”  So.  I get frustrated that I must refrain from playing.  And it makes me want to just run in there and hit the keys in anger. Playing the piano is an outlet for my soul.   Continue reading “The Plight of the Musically Inclined”