I know, I know.
I am the worst.
I am sitting on the couch, eating leftover spaghetti, in my pajamas, scrolling through Facebook, and enjoying the hell out of it.
Very bad monkey.
But look where I just landed in my vast and intrepid Facebook travels:
Humans of New York:
“God sends me little moments all day long to say: ‘You’re not alone, brother.’
Just a little while ago, an old hunched-over Chinese lady smiled at me with the greatest warmth in her eyes.”
“And you think that was a message from God?”
“I think that was God.”
So, my little apricot,
this is the take away:
Notice the world around you.
Notice the little moments that make you sing.
And see God everywhere, whether you believe in her/him or not.
The sheer force of nature is enough to makes my hair stand on end and leaves me to wonder.
I am re-printing one of the very first newsletters I ever sent out.
It’s about Magic. It’s about the Force of Nature. It’s about Agitating Complacency.
Sitting here in my shlumpy pajamas, eating cold spaghetti, I re-read it myself, and I remembered:
And so, it begins.
This epic journey of finding our way back into the giant world of the body.
By agitating complacency.
By letting ourselves lose our minds a bit.
By setting aside rational thought, to-do lists, productivity, and ambition.
By seeing magic everywhere.
For those of you in Colorado, do you remember the flood? How everything shut down? stopped? got quiet? then loud? then super quiet again?
And we were scared and unsure and frantic.
But also AMAZED at the awesomeness of the water rushing through our towns.
We couldn't control it.
And so at a certain point, a magical quiet descended, as we were trapped inside our homes, peering out the windows at the water.
And there was nothing to do but wait, and see, and breath, and hold on, and then let go.
And I don't really know what I am trying to say here, except that there was a kindness, a generosity, an outpouring of love that moved through the towns. Neighbors helped neighbors who had never really spoken before. Families took in other families who had to leave their homes in the middle of the night. We helped each other carry pets, and babies, and kids, and grandmas across the raging river to get everyone safely into the helicopters.
What I am trying to say
is that to find our way back into the body, it means being kind.
To ourselves and to each other.
And it means watching the wild and unpredictable and scary and AMAZING rush of this life
That is your DANCE MISSION for the next week:
Hold someone's hand who hasn't had their hand held in a long time.
Offer someone food.
Put on the music that your grandmother wants to hear.
Say hello to someone you don't know.
Ask someone to dance.
And then make a dance.
A dance that is about seeing the world.
A dance that is about being kind.
Ether way, let me know how it goes, what choice you made, and why.
And then leave a note, post a response, send me your passion.
I want to know how what you are experiencing, feeling, understanding, discovering.
Share this blog with a friend, post it on your favorite social media platform, and DANCE DANCE DANCE.
Let's start to agitate complacency, together.
With Warmth and Jivey Vibes,
Joanna and The Agitators
sweetly agitating/persistently upending