Vajraland is being transformed into my dance journal. I realize that dance is what fixates my mind. I wake up thinking about dance. I dream about dance. I fill as much of my time with dance as I can manage. The cells of my body ache for it and my mind plays around it and my spirit soars in the dance. So here I am, I awoke again this morning thinking of dance and I will write about dance and share my dance life with you.

I took my sons to the Eugene jam yesterday. The week before Christmas, all the university students have gone and we are down to the ‘hard core’ contact addicts: David K, David S, David L, Josh, Heidi, Elizabeth, another woman whose name I do not know and myself. I was so appreciative of the group welcoming the boys. Yes, my dances were interrupted and that was okay because I had the deep joy of watching the boys engage in this dance I love. Summer threw himself right into the middle of the fray. He sat on people, he got picked up, he crawled around under people’s feet, he crawled over, under and through the mosh pit dance. He fits right in with his big strong stockiness, his mess of uncombed blonde hair, his joy of life and play. I was deeply grateful that the dancers welcomed the boys and brought them into the dance.

The biggest difficulty for me, mom, is that Summer is a loud child and the dance is silent. It is probably the strongest rule of the Eugene jam, silence. Don’t talk on the dance floor unless it is about safety. The only words are the occasional outburst of pleasure ‘cool’ or ‘wow’ or ‘beautiful’ or simply ‘nice’ or the stop, uuf, aaah that expresses danger or injury. Summer is much more animated and has a habit of narrating his life rather loudly. Perhaps silence will be something that he can learn from the dance as well.

And so, the boys learn to play with the big boys and roll around and become one with the dance and mom is happy in her bones and wakes up wanting to write a thank you letter to David K and that is what I will do next. I will write my thank you letter and wish David Happy Holidays and then go finish my holiday grocery shopping and bake cookies. It is a good day.