Saturday we went star gazing again. There won't be many more nights when it's not freezing for a while, so we seized the opportunity to go. The sky was clear. The air chilly, but not freezing, and the kids were excited.
While my husband was trying to photograph the stars with my old Pentax, the kids and I got tired of huddling in our blankets. So we decided to dance to cricket songs. First, I began teaching Aiden to waltz. His pale cherub face glowed with amusement and pleasure (he's also at that age when his mommy is the most beautiful woman in the world when he's happy). Gavin, who is nearly my height, tried, too, which made for an odd glimpse into his future. After that, Aiden wanted to rough house, which isn't safe int he dark, near a road, so I distracted him. We played "Ring Around the Rosies" and "London Bridge" to his delight. Even Gavin, as surly as he can be lately, had fun with these old, simple nursery games.
Dancing under a dark moon need not be serious to be magical and empowering. All you have to do is be there, in the moment, and let whatever's in your heart tumble out. The steps will come, and it will fill you with joy.