Everything in the universe has a rhythm; everything dances.
Last week while out running an errand, I was drawn to a group of pigeons. Their habits are quite fascinating to watch. To the one side, it looked like a female had died and a male was circling her in confusion; as if he was willing her to get up. (Of course, that's just my interpretation of what I saw.) Pigeons and doves do form very strong mating bonds so I imagine the loss of a mate would be significant.
To the other side, a mating dance was taking place.
It's so funny to watch the male twirl around, fan his feathers and puff out his chest hoping to attract the female who usually seems to be completely oblivious to his attentions.
But he doesn't give up. He just keeps following her around, doing his dance.
While visiting with a friend on Sunday who just lost her father to liver cancer, I was reminded of the ebb and flow of life.
She expressed how wonderfully rich and sweet and full life can be, but then .,..a moment comes along that stops you in your tracks, rips your heart out, and you wonder when you will be happy again.
Happiness, that grand mistress of the ceremonies in the dance of life, impels us through all its mazes and meanderings, but leads none of us by the same route.
(Charles Caleb Colton)
Joy and sorrow; love and loss.
The only way to survive is to honor the feelings and embrace the changes.
It's all a part of the dance.
Have a blessed day,