Dancing for Joy


It's the time of year for celebration,
for family and friends,
for connection at a heart level.



"Dancing in the Dark" © 2009 Meri Arnett-Kremian

What special things in your life
make you dance with joy?

Comments

Rosaria Williams said…
At this time in my life, waking up free of pain sends me bouncing around and dancing for joy.

A thoughtful question.

Enjoy the holidays, and dance your heart out.
December 22, 2009 at 6:14 PM
Anonymous said…
its raining here with bright sunshine. which of course means that there is also a rainbow in the sky. my kids have declared it necessary to do a "rainbow dance." i shall go join in now!

meri, have a wonderful christmas!
December 22, 2009 at 7:22 PM
Bagman and Butler said…
Okay -- I'm giving up. I can't find any new ways of saying how much I love your work. Great, exquisite, fantastic, etc. So, Merry Christmas, and love, Mark
December 23, 2009 at 4:38 AM
Relyn Lawson said…
Time. Time to sit and look at the tree. Time to read a book aloud while my daughter snuggles in and my husband rubs my feet. Time to laugh with friends. Just time. The stilling of the hurry-hurry rush-rush impulse.
December 24, 2009 at 5:28 AM
Meri said…
Rainbows and rainbow dances, freedom from pain, finding art you enjoy, the luxury of time for things you love --- ALL of these are perfect examples of what makes us jump for joy. And not one of them costs anything. Isn't that amazing?
December 24, 2009 at 8:08 AM
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