Our Sunday School leader launched a gratitude project this week and I’m blessed with a daily regimen of gratitudes. I think this is Day 48 of practicing the Wim Hof Method (I’m up to 5 rounds of 30 intentional breaths with an extended retention after the last breath and 4-5 minutes of cold shower each day [I’ve missed 3 or 4 showers]). During the breath retentions and cold shower, I often mentally recite affirmations and thank God for specific blessing in my life.
For my gratitude project, I’m going to focus on important dance memories. Dancing is a spiritual exercise. I am grateful for the moments I’ve let go in movement.
1. Reverend Peyton’s Big Damn Band playing “Lay Your Burden Down” while Isaac was on my shoulders and we were slipping and sliding on muddy ground. It was our first road trip after losing Mary. She and I had seen Rev. Peyton the previous year in Lancaster and danced our front-row butts off.
2. Summer Music Festival at Delaware Art Museum: Mary and the boys and I danced through the entire Spokey Speaky set to close the night. It was mostly kids and we did that careless and carefree dancing that you can only do when adults aren’t getting in the way.
3. Watching the boys, especially Westen, get loose to music at parties, weddings, music festivals, the Lego table, or the kitchen. I often catch him in a little groove while building or helping me with dinner.
4. A slow dance to Sinatra with my girlfriend in the kitchen this past weekend. Her companionship, love, and help has made these months feel more like thriving than surviving.
5. Mountain Jam 2019: A unique experience. The boys will soon be too old and cool to spend that much time dancing with their dad. But dance we did. Front row for Sister Sparrow and the Dirty Birds, Toots and the Maytals, and Michael Franti. All favorites of Mary. We snuck into a VIP show with Franti and the boys ended up on stage for both of his performances. Toots was my first concert and dance with Mary in Dewey Beach. We danced with Sister Sparrow’s sister, Isaac on my shoulders again.
-Isaac and I were the only males in a morning hula hoop workshop.
-We discovered a band called Bella’s Bartok and danced with their hype squad adorned in giant Carnivale-like costumes (them, not us, although the boys played with some props).
-Danced with strangers and made friends (I might have a memoir title there).
God bless and thank you for reading,
Jason