Dancing my way through life.

I love to wake. Well before daybreak. Just so that I can start thinking. About a new day. Of course, I could go back to sleep. But don’t. Because it’s an opportunity. To feel alive. To put my consciousness to work. That’s what I like most about life.  The ability to create a mere thought. About anything. No restrictions. Complete freedom. To think. Even while I am in bed. No need to put my body in motion. When a thought will suffice. Once upon a time. I thought that I couldn’t dance. That I was a clumsy oaf. With two left feet. Stumbling for evermore. But here I am. At this precious moment. Gliding. Rhythmically.  Gracefully. From inside my very being. Dancing my way through life. --Jim Broede