Sometimes it seems that half of me is crying because there is so much sadness, and the other half of me is dancing because it is so wonderful to be alive!

Everyday and every moment I either make space for the dancer or pull tissues for the weeper.

I do not understand why the dancer needs to dance and why the crier wants to cry or, why both of them are within me.

Sometimes The weeper becomes so strong that I can forget about the dancer.

I never even ask if it is still dancing. This wailing of the crier seems so real and intense.

Yet, the dancer has always been there, and it always will dance.
Whatever happens in my life, I would like very much to learn to watch the dancer. I want to be absorbed by the dancers dance.

To me, this is beautiful!

Inspired by the dancers dance I choose those things that allow me to watch.
My sorrow does not come from what has happened to me-it comes because I am not watching the dance. When I begin to watch the dance again there is joy.

To you catch the magic again is everything!