The
Dance
I
think there are some similarities in living, dancing and building a leaf-shaped
house.
– Some things must be done by the rules.
– Some things must (and should) be improvised.
But the only way to get the best of it is to enjoy it.
My gift to the house are the dancing footsteps on the bottom of the bridge
(which is connecting the second floor front bedroom to the other parts
of the house). The footsteps dance diagonally over the bridge making
a quick, light turn in the middle. Which way they dance is not important.
They can be arriving from day´s work to rest, or they can be on
their way to give a new morning their best wishes. Which dance are they
dancing, or are they dancing it correctly is not important either. The
important thing is just dancing.
A bridge is (for me) a symbol of life. We are constantly moving from
one phase to another, building new bridges, big and small, leaving some
behind etc. I try to remember to dance over my bridges (and not to burn
them behind me.)

|