As a dance instructor I remember a time more than a decade ago, I built a community of dance lovers who loved the connecting over a few moves every weekend. The tribe gew organically… as for all these lovers of dance, including me, the art of movements and sharing the creative passion… became a way of life.
I often sensed how much the times spent dancing together was a transformative experience. I also witnessed how many of them found friendships and supported each other through thick and thin.
Though I moved on to another city and began exploring and discovering many more interests in time, the times we all manage to connect again, even now always brings a joyful smile from the heart ❤️
Meeting an old friend A kindered spirit Or a loved one …
The joy of uniting After being afar Speaks of interconnections… Where time and space Evaporates without a trace In the moments together.
Its often said Absence makes the heart Grow fonder… So is it the distance That makes reunion sweeter? Gibran wisely said… Let there be spaces In your togetherness
So whatever the relationship With another or with the self , the very act of reconnecting with an old hobby, that you were once passionate about, makes it truly memorable. For what is truly meaningful, is never lost … it’s simply awaiting a return.
Savvy
PS: The word Retourvaille (often spelled Retrouvailles in French) is a beautiful, untranslatable French word that perfectly captures a specific, deeply felt human experience. Literally translated, it means “rediscovery” or “the finding of something again.”
This poem will resonate with those in strong relationships that stands the test of time and yet may find themselves challenged and at crossroads with differences in thoughts and opinions. Pretty much most who have experienced life together will find themselves in such predicaments time and time again.
In relationships when you are unable to see eye to eye, where past misses surfaces or future expectations sideline the precious present, perhaps this poem can be a reminder of how far you have traveled together to reach here.
All is not lost just yet… if you could only meet in the middle. For the strongest relationships survive in empathic understanding of each other through the thick & thin.
Meet me in the middle, With an open mind, Set aside differences, We’re the same kind…
Today we may be at crossroads looking with a different lens But our hearts beat as one Like it used to, years ago. The feelings just the same…
So dearest one, sense it all Memories are meant To be revisited in time. Think of how far we have come And meet me not in the past Nor in the the future But right here in the middle Of this present now.
I am not a trained speaker, nor an expert story teller. In fact I am quite the antithesis for while I deeply enjoy conversing with people than speeches… I have always liked my deeds than talks to show up for me .
And I have sensed the butterflies in my stomach and heard my own beating heart while speaking to a room full of people, many many times in my life.
Like they say, life makes you stand on the razors edge, as much as on varied stages to experience what it is to be vulnerable, only to transform you.
But then I know I have it in me to ace it. After all, the power of my self belief and purpose has always stood out stronger than my vulnerabilities.
Time and time again I have realized how much it is all in our mind. The journey of life through the illusions, our delusions & revelations to the clarity in awareness.
In time I have often sensed that what makes you uncomfortable has your deliverance. In those moments of vulnerability, there is latent strength to overcome the odds.
What seems like an uncomfortable pause…
Can be the reason why what you say is heard and understood.
For if you truly care to sense
For there is much power in the pause,
In the space between two words two thoughts , two moments and two people.
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