That first dance.
No, not the one at your wedding.
Or even the first time you felt your hips move on their own and sway.
But the time you chose to leave your fear and your room.
To do away with “you must make your bed and lay in it.”
Something inside of you moved.
The backbeat of your soul became a melody that ignited love and limb.
And soon, every part of you was back in the circle, doing hakafot of the heart with your People.
G-d, remind me.
Of this moment.
Of this body.
Of this joy.
So when I am once again laid down by life, I can raise myself in this dance of boundless, unmitigated joy.
