Surrender

We were talking about "Life is the dancer, we are the dance" three blogs ago when I received an inspirational message from a friend of mine which highlighted yet more interesting thoughts on the subject, and which I feel compelled to share.

I'm sure we have all experienced first hand the thrill of being whisked around the dance floor in the arms of an experienced and confident dancer. On the flip side of that, we have also experienced the painstaking torture of dancing with a partner who has no rhythm or flow, who jerkily stumbles and forcibly pushes and tugs us around the dance floor.

Haven't we noticed how important it is to have someone who leads and someone who follows. When we both try and lead, it turns into a push-me-pull-you type of tug of war.

I was mulling over what Morrie refers to as a tension of opposites in Mitch Album's 'Tuesdays with Morrie' and deduced that it is not our differences that make as war against each other, but rather our similarities.

I love to compare life to science. Place the North pole of a magnet next to the South pole and voila! fatal attraction. However, try and push the two north poles together and you can't.

Isn't it fascinating how in relationships, when we butt heads, it is never about our differences that we actually fight, but rather our samenesses? Isn't it true that when we rub up against someone who irritates us immensely that the very thing that repels us is the same quality we find in ourselves. How often do we bump heads with the parent or child that is most like ourselves? Food for thought!

Haven't we observed periods when we become stuck in our lives and everything we turn to just doesn't work out because we are trying to force situations which resist us. When we allow ourselves to fall into alignment with our higher power or god and follow the lead, the blessings flow.

Isn't there a time to surrender ourselves to the gentle guidance of someone or something else? And when we do, don't we create a dance of awesome majestic poetry, harmony and beauty?

Some of us are fighting and wrestling with Life, the dancer, and others of us are flowing rhythmically following her gentle lead.

How do we choose to dance, how do we choose to live?

wishing you a week of waltzing with life

Nicolette