Sacred Dance

Richard Rohr - Falling Upward - writes of doing a "survival dance" or a "sacred dance."  I seem to be spending more of my time in a sacred dance each week, but there are times when I find myself submerged in the survival dance until some kind of hunger gnaws at me and I climb out.  It is so much easier to fall into the survival dance mode than to climb up into the sacred one.  And yet that is where real joy is found, the sacred.  Those times when I hear birds singing, see spiders weaving their web, watch hawks fly down and feed on a small animal in the hay field across the Pond, see fish jump or hear a turtle plop into the water from a floating log, a red sassafras leaf on the ground or fallen persimmons and figs, watch geese fly over and honk -  at what?  Then I am dancing on sacred ground - "standing on higher ground", as Barbara Streisand sings.  From this vantage point, life seems holy and I feel whole.