Yellow Bear Journeys

Dance in Harmony

Come, walk on air.

Dance in Harmony. Let your dancing be mirth and merriment. You have no time to lose. You have all the time in the world. Dance and the world will dance with you.
Do what The Wind is doing. And what is The Wind doing? What you&';ve always wanted to do. That thing you&';ve kept secret inside for so long that even now, you don&';t remember what it was.
But The Wind remembers.
Dance with The Wind and you too will remember. First a glimpse, then the whole. The entire world is waiting for your dance. The Wind is waiting to join in your dance. What will it be, a waltz, a line dance, a reel, rock and roll, freedom, cartwheels? Your dance is waiting for you.
You are your dance.

Be a Butterfly
Have you ever seen a butterfly dance, flitting on the air wherever it pleases?
Butterflies never really know where to land. They just let The Wind carry them to their destination.
To a butterfly, there is nothing separate from floating on The Wind


Let grace give you confidence

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The Dancer knew instinctively what to do. She danced. She danced for joy, she danced for strength, she danced for sorrow, she danced for weariness. She was the Dancer, so she danced, and the dance was life!

I am not afraid of death &n-; only of dying
I am not afraid of pain &n-; only of the terror of being in pain
I am not afraid of loneliness &n-; only of being lonely
I am not afraid of poverty &n-; only of being poor
I am not afraid of disease &n-; only of being sick once more
I am not afraid of the boogeyman &n-; only of being scared by him
I am not afraid of failure &n-; only of failing
I am not afraid of the unknown &n-; only of finding it out
I am not afraid of what might get me &n-; only that it might
I take all my fears and lay them at the feet of The Mighty Wind
The Wind comes
Ignores my offerings
And DANCES with me!

All the while, the Dancer was talking, she was dancing. And as she danced, the others joined in. First Salmon joined in skipping, and if you watched closely, you could tell it was as though he was skipping on water. Then Butterfly joined in, lightly flitting about, and shimmering slightly from time to time. Then The Dancer Magnifique joined in, taking the dance to another level. How long they danced, nobody knew.

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