At least I know that when I make each step, I’m moving through time and love.  Sometimes all I think I can do is one step for the whole day.  And that’s ok too.  Boots on.  Coat on.  Sneeze.  Sit.  A sip of tea.  One phone call.  Type just one word.  The day steps without me too.

Thankful for the path, the Way that is bigger than gods.  Grateful for recognizing in your face that I am not alone here stepping.  Happy that sometimes I can dance, remembering dances and former dance partners.  Sending greetings out to those beyond the veil of time and place.

So now I feel like I’m in the midst of a square dance party, hearing steps and stomps and clapping to Her whirling music of the spheres.