… last night of transition, tomorrow begins something brand new. listening to a bunch of my old acoustic favs (joni mitchell, dar williams, cheryl wheeler, christine lavin) and reading some more Rumi:
A secret turning in us
makes the universe turn.
Head unaware of feet,
and feet head. Neither cares.
They keep turning
Dance, when you’re broken open.
Dance, if you’ve torn the bandage off.
Dance in the middle of the fighting.
Dance in your blood.
Dance, when you’re perfectly free.