Our Kind of Clubbing
The frogs are laying down the beat The fireflies, a syncopated strobe Dive-bombing bats add intrigue And off on the northern horizon, Lightning does its own jagged dance Somewhere in town, canned music batters A hammered crowd on a restaurant patio While here on the 14th hole tee At twilight on the longest day The two of us let loose, get funky Wild, uninhibited, in sync
Sit still—outside if you can—and close your eyes. What do you hear, smell, feel? Find one part of your body that you can relax, even a little bit.
Think back along the story of your life. Who is one person with whom you have been able to connect and communicate nonverbally?
When you are with this person, how do you communicate? What does it feel like to know another and be known in this way?
With light, life, and love,
Devon
