I find grace in many places. On walks in the woods, while singing with my 100 year old Grandmother, in poems, in hospitals where people struggle to get better every day. Grace is with us in the darndest places if we only stop to acknowledge it.
Despite a recent illness and job loss, I have many gifts which bring richness to my life. God has always provided for me, no matter how bad the times might be. I've never been homeless, I have always had enough food to eat and I have great family and friends.
But I find true grace on the dancefloor. Here I forget all that ails me and I am at one with my body and my soul. I listen to the sounds of the music and hear the soft patter of shoes on the wooden floor. I see dancers dressed in their tango or salsa best with great shoes to match and another world opens up, one far removed from the ordinary realm of day to day living. I feel the arms of my partner's embrace and I remember that I am not alone. I sense the energy that passes from one heart chakra to another; it is a deep spiritual connection that I can only describe as sacred.
I began dancing in 2003 while going to cooking school. I needed a release from the pressure of my studies and difficulty of my work. I knew then that I was not a chef but a dancer. My culinary colleagues could not wait to go home and watch cooking shows; I couldn't wait to put on a dress and get out on the dancefloor.
Eight years later I dance several nights a week and let myself go whenever possible. Dance has helped me through the darkest moments of my life. It has literally saved my life. In this I find true and utter grace.
The inner wisdom I've developed while moving has led me to my true passion and professional calling. I am pursuing a career in dance and movement therapy and hope help other people find grace in their lives through the simple act of dancing.