~ John 15 revisited ~

I am a horrible dancer.

Once, I went to the ballroom dancing night at the YWCA with some friends, and I actually made a guy mad because I was such a horrible dancer.

I can’t follow to save my life.

I try.

I try hard.

I try too hard, and then I’m concentrating so much on trying to get it right that I fail to follow.

Apparently, I’m just supposed to follow.

I’m not supposed to worry about how to get it right.

When I relax, allow myself to follow, and have a strong leader, the dance should look graceful and beautiful and natural.

When I try to control the dance, I not only look clumsy and awkward, but I also prevent the leading partner from guiding me through the steps of the dance.

I need to be confident, trusting and comfortable.

I need to rest in my partner’s arms.

I need to pay attention to where the leading partner is moving, and respond accordingly.

Certainly I need to learn the steps, as well, but I am not in control of the dance.

I want to be a good dancer.

I want to move gracefully.

I want to follow well.

I closed my eyes and the music became part of you, part of me.
Drew out my heart, drew in my breath,

I was whispering One and two and . . .
My feet catch the time and I circle about.
I lift up my hands and I hold them out.

And I just want to waltz with you. I just want to waltz with you.
Circling, circling, circling in, I just want to waltz with you.

I can see the invisible inside me, here with you.
I can feel the intangible, inside me, when I'm here with you.

My feet catch the time and I circle about.
I lift up my hands and I hold them out.

And I just want to waltz with you, I just want to waltz with you.
Circling, circling, circling in I just want to waltz with you.
~ Jan Krist