Epiphany Dance

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ed that the only way to post anything on Instagram was from a smart phone. I suddenly realized that I had already known that. How could I have forgotten? Was I losing my cognitive abilities? Was I headed down Alzheimer’s Avenue?The problem, of course, is that I don’t have a smart phone. Aside from a few indigenous peoples in the Amazon rainforest and the rainforests of Papua New Guinea, I am the only human on the planet who does not have a smart phone permanently attached to their hand. Heck, my ten-year-old granddaughter has a smart phone!I finally understood why my middle-aged daughter calls me a Luddite. I’ve always responded to her by saying, “I spend ten to twelve hours a day banging away on my laptop. How can I be called a Luddite?”But I had an epiphany; I realized that my daughter is correct. I am an idiotic Luddite. I have never in my life owned a microwave oven and I never will but maybe it’s time I join the rest of society and upgrade my ancient mobile flip phone to a smart phone. Sadly, I just cannot afford to do that right now.(I did notice that one can post a video to Instagram without a smart phone — which got me thinking.)My body epiphany resulted from watching that video on Instagram that I clicked to. It was a video of a human dancing.I’m a human. Why don’t I dance? What the hell is wrong with me? Back in my teens and twenties I was a dancing fool. I made Michael Jackson look like a dork. But now in my advanced age (I’m over forty) I no longer dance. What happened to me?Mind you, I am in great physical shape. I am very healthy, thanks to my daily spiritual practices, my strict adherence to

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healthy, natural, organic, and non-gmo food, and I walk miles every day — which is one of the best forms of exercise there is. But am I really healthy if I don’t dance? Am I really in touch with my body if I don’t dance?My epiphany induced me to start dancing again. I realized how very important it is. Of course, I’m not sure where to start. I might have to start listening to music again or something. But do we really need music to dance?I think the last time I danced was with my dog. Dog dancing is so awesome! But why did I quit dancing after my dog died? I learned from that video that we don’t need anyone to dance with. That was a huge lesson for me.I can’t really talk about my third epiphany — the spiritual one — except to say that it happened abruptly when I touched the first two fingertips of my right hand to my heart. I suddenly remembered something that happened to me around twenty years ago (back when I was still over forty). It has been a long time since I remembered that incident. Apparently, it was very, very important for me to remember it right now. It has the potential to change everything.All the children came running out of the forest and then commenced laughing and singing and giggling and dancing. They kept it up for an hour. After they all went home I gingerly stepped into the forest hoping to find what it was that prompted that behavior.Copyright by White Feather. All Rights Reserved. <a href="https://readmedium.com/white-feather-archive-index-c95167f7dbaf">Complete White Feather Archive Index</a>(A shoutout of thanks to <a href="undefined">Lindsay Lonai Linegar</a> )</article></body>

I am definitely infected

Just as the children went into the forest they quickly came running back out, all of them screaming.

No, this is not a Stephen King story. I was just playing. I closed my eyes and emptied every thought out of my noggin. Then, after taking a deep breath, I just wrote the first thing that came into my mind. I do that a lot. It’s fun. Do you ever do that?

Yesterday I tested positive for the Epiphanyvirus. I had three significant epiphanies; one concerning mind, one concerning body, and one concerning spirit. Don’t you love it when things happen in threes like that?

As for the mind epiphany I abruptly realized that I’m an idiot. That notion comes to me from time to time but yesterday it hit me like a ton of bricks.

I had clicked on a link to watch a video and I was taken to Instagram. I had never been on Instagram before in my entire life. I try to avoid social media like I try to avoid pandemics — especially if Mark Zuckerberg is involved in any way. But I had also wanted to check it out to see what all the fuss was about. So after watching the video I decided to sign up. After all, I had it in the back of my noggin to dig out my camera from its hiding place and start taking pictures again.

It was after I signed up that I realized that the only way to post anything on Instagram was from a smart phone. I suddenly realized that I had already known that. How could I have forgotten? Was I losing my cognitive abilities? Was I headed down Alzheimer’s Avenue?

The problem, of course, is that I don’t have a smart phone. Aside from a few indigenous peoples in the Amazon rainforest and the rainforests of Papua New Guinea, I am the only human on the planet who does not have a smart phone permanently attached to their hand. Heck, my ten-year-old granddaughter has a smart phone!

I finally understood why my middle-aged daughter calls me a Luddite. I’ve always responded to her by saying, “I spend ten to twelve hours a day banging away on my laptop. How can I be called a Luddite?”

But I had an epiphany; I realized that my daughter is correct. I am an idiotic Luddite. I have never in my life owned a microwave oven and I never will but maybe it’s time I join the rest of society and upgrade my ancient mobile flip phone to a smart phone. Sadly, I just cannot afford to do that right now.

(I did notice that one can post a video to Instagram without a smart phone — which got me thinking.)

My body epiphany resulted from watching that video on Instagram that I clicked to. It was a video of a human dancing.

I’m a human. Why don’t I dance? What the hell is wrong with me? Back in my teens and twenties I was a dancing fool. I made Michael Jackson look like a dork. But now in my advanced age (I’m over forty) I no longer dance. What happened to me?

Mind you, I am in great physical shape. I am very healthy, thanks to my daily spiritual practices, my strict adherence to healthy, natural, organic, and non-gmo food, and I walk miles every day — which is one of the best forms of exercise there is. But am I really healthy if I don’t dance? Am I really in touch with my body if I don’t dance?

My epiphany induced me to start dancing again. I realized how very important it is. Of course, I’m not sure where to start. I might have to start listening to music again or something. But do we really need music to dance?

I think the last time I danced was with my dog. Dog dancing is so awesome! But why did I quit dancing after my dog died? I learned from that video that we don’t need anyone to dance with. That was a huge lesson for me.

I can’t really talk about my third epiphany — the spiritual one — except to say that it happened abruptly when I touched the first two fingertips of my right hand to my heart. I suddenly remembered something that happened to me around twenty years ago (back when I was still over forty). It has been a long time since I remembered that incident. Apparently, it was very, very important for me to remember it right now. It has the potential to change everything.

All the children came running out of the forest and then commenced laughing and singing and giggling and dancing. They kept it up for an hour. After they all went home I gingerly stepped into the forest hoping to find what it was that prompted that behavior.