How can we possibly, humans merely being, keep present in the here and now?  It’s impossible!  The mini-second that I claim here–I’m somewhere else.  The now seems illusionary, since even uttering the word now results in it instantaneously being “then.”

What’s a little piece of protoplasm like me to do?!?!  How do I claim the endless everywhere forever spirit with suck a story of time and space?

I say we dance.  Dancing is twirling, shaking, bouncing and laughing.  It is hard to dance and not smile.  Especially if you’re like me and forget the steps and fall all over myself (and my partner) giggling.  I was a head-banger in my youth, slamming my whole body and tossing a big head of untamed hair to that bone-shaking heart kicking beat of drum and electric guitar.

Being in bliss stops all time and space.  Writing of the Dear One, sitting in a forest of centuries-old trees, looking into the eyes of a precious person all make the here and now stand on it’s head and do the shimmie shimmie twist and shout!