her book, Many Winters, Nancy Wood records the wisdom of the old Indians
of Taos Pueblo, New Mexico:
All of my life is a dance
was young and feeling the earth
My steps were quick and easy.
The beat of the earth was so loud
That my drum was silent beside it.
All of my life rolled out from my feet
Like my land which had no end
as I could see.
The rhythm of my life was pure and free.
As I grew older my feet kept dancing
that I wore a spot in the earth.
At the same time I made a hole in the sky.
I danced to the sun and the rain
And the moon lifted me up
So that I could dance to the stars.
My head touched the clouds sometimes
And my feet danced deep in the earth
So that I became the music
I danced to everywhere.
It was the music of life.
Now my steps are slow and hard
And my body fails my spirit.
Yet my dance is still within me and
My song is the air I breathe.
My song insists I keep dancing forever.
My song insists I keep rhythm
With all of the earth and sky.
My song insists that I will never die.
the community I have chosen to live there are more of us who rely on scooters,
walkers, wheelchairs and walking sticks than there are those who walk upright
without help. All the more reason to
reimagine dancing as keeping rhythm with the creative Spirit. We can all tune our spirit to sing of grace, if we so choose. The music of Life will keep us dancing. It will keep us open to the joys
of the present and the hope of the future.