Moving not backwards.
Moving in a direction.
Which one will we choose?
Moving from the west to the east.
Finding the dance that takes you forward.
Into your dreams.
Into your spirit.
Into your spidey sense.
How does one stay present?
This is what I have learned and this is what propels me forward.
Taking peeks into the tiny, narrow, rear view mirror to pour gratitude into where I came from.
Looking straight-forward into my large, expansive windshield watching the exciting places I am going.
Eyes, wide open, looking for the gold thread of hope woven throughout my day.
Holding my empty hands of faith.
God’s goodness poured out over all our lives.
Into my hands.
Will we choose to look for it?
Will we choose to have open hands to receive it?
Dancing the dance of my life.