What do Rumi, a Happy Wedding DJ, and spring all have in common?
Loads, I am certain of it. I am going to try and connect the dots, but to be honest, I just wanted to follow all of the blogging advice of the experts and create a really catchy intro.
Did it work?
If you are still reading this, I assume it did, so I suppose I should answer my original question.
Are you ready?
The answer is… you!
At least that is part of the answer.
It is also me.
And I guess you could also say that it is the dance in between that reminds us of “we” or the truth of who we are.
I digress or maybe I don’t. Either way, let’s start at the beginning.
As Rumi’s poem called “An Evolving Course” explains:
“We began as a mineral.
We emerged into plant life and into
the animal state, and then to being human.
And always we have forgotten our former states,
except in early spring,
when we dimly recall being green again.”
Beautiful words Rumi. Truth.
Anyway, enough thinking, let’s dance. Enter the Happy Wedding DJ.
I attended a lovely wedding over the summer in a quaint spot tucked away in the dense lodge pole pines outside of Breckenridge. It was a wonderful collection of folks in a beautiful setting and, as the sun set over the hills, the DJ did what DJ’s do– played music.
This DJ was different, though. He didn’t just play music, he transcended the simple act of picking and playing tunes. He brought this guy (my shy-self), who loves music but isn’t much for dancing, out to the dance floor to shake it all loose.
With a grin as large as the surrounding peaks, the DJ would start a song and then dance around the party with his smile and good vibrations.
Initially, people (me included) sat back and watched the spectacle. Some ridiculed, some mocked and some were generally amused.
As the night progressed, the authenticity with which he owned the moment, soaked up the music, and reveled in goodness created an energy so contagious that people couldn’t help but get funky.
Was he cheesy? For sure.
Did he care? Nope!
Was he a good dancer? Not in the least!
Did it matter? Not at all.
The Happy DJ inspired me, and the many others, to dance that evening. It was one hell of a good time and I wish, in hindsight, I had the courage to let go sooner.
Reflecting on this memorable evening, I’ve started to understand how people come to embrace the good life.
More often than not, we stand back and listen/observe. We wait for others to jump in, gauge the response, reassess and then begin to tap our toes a bit. Before we know it, we’re shaking it too. We become the dancer as the music move us.
The exploration into growing our own food can be much the same. And this is the connection to spring.
Spring is the time to plant and return to our roots. It is that time for growth and renewal. When it comes to growing our own food, we aren’t going to be perfect, we don’t have to carefully plan every step, know every detail or mitigate the risk to avoid making mistakes. The part of us that is we will guide and remind.
So dig in and let the good things grow. Allow the energy to inspire you and you’ll start to notice other people jumping in. Before you know it, the spirit will spread until the collective synchronizes in joy.