The Dance

3:00pm

The other day, NOT today, which is very very cold and snowing even...the other day, perhaps one of the days last week, when I was on the very early shift at work and worked the first hour just by myself, I had a very 'interesting time'.

I kept counting up to eight...as in "five, six, seven, eight", as I arranged the trays of bread and counted the ones on the racks over and over again to make sure I had not made a mistake. At first, I was not aware that I was doing that...but later when I did the previously mentioned 'panning', and there were not so many distractions, I became aware of the counting of the numbers.

I laughed a little to myself even. I tried to make a joke of the fact that I was counting to eight over and over again. I believe other people were milling aroung at the time also but, of course, they would not understand what I did attempt to describe to them at one point.

And.....Because of my AS, I have only just now processed this little event to its full meaning.

It was THE DANCE....the dance of life....the ability to find that joy in my own heart. I am wanting to learn a waltz on the fiddle called "In My Own Heart I Can Dance With You". I have only just now put that desire together with that event of counting.

For people who wonder, the 'you' that is referred to is not something outside oneself. And my experience has just proved it...... to myself.