Music begins to atrophy when it departs too far from the dance. ~Ezra Pound
As I approach the re-launch of Gypsy Dancer wines, I am reflective of my journey that brought me to this moment. I had been sitting quietly waiting for the time to be right, for the inspiration, for the proverbial lightning bolt to strike me and tell me that this is the moment to pick up and go on with that which I am now certain I am meant to do.
My life without Gypsy Dancer was not terrible. It was filled with love and gratitude and family. My mind wandered endlessly to alternative passions that I might persue. The sounds in my heart started to get more and more quiet as I settled into a routine of passionless existence. I found myself wondering if this was my new song. Could it just be that at this point in my life, I was just swaying and not so much jitterbugging? I have always had so much energy, could I just be running out of steam?
Thank goodness for second chances. For loud noises that wake us from our dream states and make our hearts beat fast again. For it is those moments when we realize that it’s not over, we survived to dance again in joyous elation with our arms outstretched and our faces lifted in happiness. So exhausted that we need to sit down and catch our breath. Dance again and again I say. Until you simply cannot. There is plenty of time for rest when we are dead. Until then… just dance.