Time moves like a dancer, weaving herself between partners. Twirling, moving to the pulse that IS the movement of the galaxies, the seasons, and our very heartbeat. It calls to us, beckoning our willing participation in the dance. Sometimes we step on other's toes, or are off the beat-- this happens. But when we tune into the DANCE, and let it move through us, we BECOME the pulse of life.
Locked in step with the dance, we exemplify the stunning beauty of life. We don't have to try, we just are. Life is naturally beautiful. It transcends skin, as it is radiated from within. Thank you for all of the real true beauty that you all exemplify.