dance dance dance

I see myself rushing around maintaining
and
preparing
for what "will happen next"
and the worries that go along with it
getting ready for life-- not being in life
it seems we start so young with the
getupdresswasheatworkundressbath routine
we "grow up" too fast.
if we stop there are so many
worries of what could happen
will I lose the connection?
will i be replaced?
will i be forgotten?
it is exhausting- gripping
onto too much!
I am reminded of May Sarton's writing
in Journal of a Solitude
"Imitate the trees"
Let go. cut off the excess... prune
wait. watch. grow deep
and high to
see the sea.

(Sabrina Ward Harrison)