Collecting photos from my travels, I have been surprised at how many are pictures of me dancing.
In college I learned to clog. Several years ago I came in third-place at Hillbilly Day in Mountain Rest, South Carolina. Some call it buck dancing, so you will notice in some of the pictures I am dancing with men and not with Sally. Sally, however, is also a first rate clogger, and we can usually draw a crowd dancing at wedding receptions.
I prepare for trips by reading about wherever I am going. Several years ago, in preparation for our trip to Greece, I read Zorba, the Greek, by Nikos Kazantzakis, and watched the movie starring Anthony Quinn. I read this sentence from Zorba the day before sailing from Athens on July 16, 2004: “Happy is the man, I thought, who, before dying, has the good fortune to sail the Aegean Sean.” How could I not dance in Greece?
Zorba’s theology, at least in this instance, sounds right: “Listen, little one: neither the seven storeys of heaven, nor the seven storeys of the earth are enough to contain God; but a man’s heart can contain him.”
In the past few years, I have found myself using the metaphor of dancing to describe life:
- Go forward a little, then
- Step back,
- Advance a bit, then
- Step back,
- Move a little to the left,
- Move a little to the right,
- Go in a circle,
- Let go.
- Sometimes you do a little tap dance.
- For a while, you dance with one partner, then
- For a while, you dance with a different partner.
- Sometimes you step aside and watch other people dance.
- Sometimes, you finish one dance, then you rest, and you start again.
As the Greeks say, OPA!