Dancing Ghosts

I read a friends' blog tonight and it got me thinking. You see, this friend is all things lovely. She's artistic, and brilliant. She's energetic and compassionate. and most importantly she inspires me to reflect and dream.

She wrote that her blog serves as a table for tea.

Earlier today, I saw a picture on my sister's facebook page from when she was in Eastern Europe. In the picture was a solid wooden table and a few wooden seats. classic. enduring. The floor was checkered brown and white tile. The simplicity of the snap-shot evoked a longing within me for good company and conversation.

Tonight I have just that. White ghosts dance in my living room--their movement is both predictable and erratic. The volume of the trees grow and I know the dance is beginning to pick up. Their uncertain pattern reminds me of a heart in convulsions--an irregular rhythm.

I'm in an irregular rhythm. Every other word tonight is being caught by my pesty spellchecker app. I easily get annoyed with this 'tool'. I had a boyfriend once who was obsessed with correcting my spelling. why does it matter if I can spell? or if i decide to capitalize or not. Really? In the scheme of things, there are times for good spelling and times when spelling everything correctly just holds you back--it causes you to loose your train of thought. and to question your resonability (yes, now I'm making up words too).

As silly as it may sound, my sheer-textured-white curtains are great company for me tonight. They reach out and touch me slightly when I cross the floor to replenish my warm beverage. There's something about the sound of their snapping in the wind. you all know what I'm talking about--like newly laundered clothes on the line to dry. they always speak when there's a breeze.

Speaking of breezes--another conversation from earlier today with my brother and sister. My brother had a dream. In his dream the Lord spoke to him about our old church. The church is a boat on the open water. The boat may be made of the finest materials. It may have great leaders (who in the dream are represented through sails), but if there is no wind, the boat goes nowhere. God's Spirit is the wind.

Its God's Spirit that moves the trees outside this night that moves my curtains inside my home that moves my mind inside my head that moves my heart inside this body to dance. And dancing is much needed...