Back and forth.  Slam and catch.  Throw and dive.  Jump and hug.  Life just keeps bouncing along.  You can’t just hold the ball and expect the game to stop.  There are athletes dancing all around us all the time–on computers, the street, in the bedroom next door, on the phone.

We all desperately volunteered for this game, this tournament of roses, actually.  To come to Earth, feel the rain, breathe in the rich fragrant air and take our place at the starting gate of our mother’s womb. 

Some mornings I don’t feel stretched out, trained, and prepared for the race, the weights, the new marker competing against myself.  Today I will act like it is a game of dominos–easy and fun with friends that joke and tease me whether I win or not.  We don’t keep score.  We laugh. 

Today I laugh with the Divine Domino player who lets me think I win often.