So You Wish You Could Dance?

I have heard it said that our dreams betray us. Every time I listen to the waltzes of Tchaikovsky or Strauss I have a dream that comes back to me. I imagine myself dressed once more in my ‘dress blues’, complete with medals and sword.  My shoulders are wider while my waist is smaller. I am in the center of an immense ballroom lit with enormous crystal chandeliers. In my arms is a woman who looks suspiciously like my wife in a dress very similar in color to the one she wore to a certain junior prom so many years ago. We move confidently and gracefully around the floor having it solely to ourselves while people watch and smile. I am so happy I might as well be in heaven.

I can’t waltz; I can barely dance at all. Graceful, dashing, slim? Not descriptive at all. And yet, in my dreams, I hope there is a ballroom in heaven for I will dance and I already know my partner.


About Edward

Dishwasher, bartender, cook, house painter, movie usher, Marine helicopter pilot, teacher, administrator, teacher again, retired teacher, Secular Franciscan, Lay Ecclesial Minister- it's been an interesting ride.
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