Prim and proper seemed to be more of what I focused on. Following the rules and such.
In the growing, something really miraculous has spun me wild.
Much more care free. Intensely free.
I call life the *whirl and twirl* because it spins so fast sometimes, like a tornado in a lot of ways.
Yet, it's a delicate and beautiful dance.
Real living requires freedom.
The steps don't have to be choreographed. They just need to have a rhythm.
Beauty flows endlessly here.
In Middle School I was afraid to dance.
Once, a boy I liked back then actually offered to pay a friend of mine to teach me how to dance.
I shirked and hid in my embarrassment.
Life has me dancing a lot these days.
The Boy-Man I like now suggests that I dance free. He invites it and encourages it.
Love envelopes me and fear does the shirking now.
That's what Peace does. It wraps you up and spins you wild.
"Write for five, short, bold beautiful minutes...
Unscripted and unedited...
Without worrying if it's just right or not."