“Oh human being, learn to dance,
otherwise the angels in heaven
will not know what to do with you.”
otherwise the angels in heaven
will not know what to do with you.”
— Aurelius Augustinus
This is such a relief, for if there is one thing I know, it is how to dance. How to follow a lead. How to dance with abandon.
Will the dancing in heaven be a silent rave, each of us hearing the music inside our heads or bodies separately? The only noise heard: the creaking of bones and the occasional beatboxing beneath the breath of someone who has forgotten the rules. Or will it be a beautiful orgy of sounds, body limbs swirling, bending, sliding to the rhythm of the music?
It does not matter, I’m ready for anything. That is, if I can choose my costume: a light green satin gown of my younger body, the burnt-orange cashmere cummerbund of a mother-wife who finally loves and is loved, all draped in a midnight-blue sequined tulle of this older me, whose heart and brain are those of a warrior.
What a dancer I will be.
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