last night the harvest moon rose above our mountain-top aerie & got stuck in the yucca. of course, it eventually unhooked itself from the spiny leaves & invited us to dance to its effervescent brilliance.
we bowed to its gracious invitation & twirled & spun & lept to its magical, ancient rhythms. the freedom of the dance allowed our heart to beat in syncopated sympathy. (van morrison joined us in song.)