Going up the Down Escalator

Dance, when you’re broken open. Dance, if you’ve torn the bandage off. Dance in the middle of the fighting. Dance in your blood. Dance when you’re perfectly free. – Rumi

IMG_6455I saw this Rumi quote recently. I love it. Except when I don’t. Which might be now, since some days are rougher than others. Some days seem colder, harsher, kind of like going up the Down Escalator all day long.

The Dance quote makes sense, though, even during Down Escalator days. Because even then there are snippets of soul-searing beauty, of unexpected pleasure, of gentle comfort. The crunch of snow underfoot. A perfect crème brûlée. Colorful, mis-matched socks. A long nap.


Lost unless noticed.

And noticing is all it takes for the soul to dance.

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4 Responses to Going up the Down Escalator

  1. Tara says:

    So true. Keep dancing. <3

  2. Ivy says:

    “Lost unless noticed.”


    I’m sorry you’re going through these coldish, harshish days, darling. Xoxo

  3. Sending you virtual hot chocolate!

  4. Nancy Rizzo says:

    I’d love some of that creme brulee, a nap, and to wear the other half of your mis-matched socks. Never cease to amaze me, focusing on what’s working, when everyone else would just unravel. Lotsa love, thoughts, prayers, and endless energy. . .zoom zoom zoom. . . bless you xxoo

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