Sean has a story, love and wisdom to share. Below is the beginning and the end of an entry in Sean’s blog. But its what’s in the middle that sings of a body’s deep demanding work. Read this story and you’ll know what I mean. Thanks Sean for dancing, playing, and opening your life to so much love! May it return to you a thousand fold and also to all of us.
Leaving a Trace of Whimsy
So, I’ve chosen to do something that is intentionally and completely just for me… I am enrolled in the Interplay Life Practice Program this spring. It’s something that I think would surprise people who don’t know me well or who only see the public persona of “minister.”
Interplay touches some very important parts of my life and passion. I identified as a dancer before anything else I can remember. I started dance classes when I was just about four years old and immediately fell in love with ballet. Dance class was a place where I was allowed to be strong, beautiful, graceful, committed, disciplined, and it was all suffused with joy. Flying through the air in a tour-jete or leaping in a grand jete was like flying under my own power.
I am now a dancer again. A dancer and singer and storyteller and PLAYer. And my body had a pretty wonderful secret to tell me, “The joy wasn’t buried very far under the surface. It’s right there. You can have it again.” And I do. As weird as I know I must look-an overweight, forty-four year old guy spinning and swinging and playing-I have my joy back. I don’t care how it looks. A part of me has come home. Laugh if you want-I am. Laughing and laughing at this absurd little dance that is my sweet, sweet life.