Having received the gift of forgiveness, other people’s points of view are important and relevant, but their ideas, labels and judgments are no longer permitted to dictate how I show up in the world.
To illustrate, when I was growing up, I heard from people what a terrible dancer I was. In fact, I was known in my family as the one with two left feet.
Since I adopted other people’s ideas, labels and judgments about my dance ability, I would look at how other people were dancing and try to mimic their moves, or I’d come to the dance floor with a few rehearsed moves so that I could at least not embarrass myself.
Needless to say, dancing wasn’t so much fun for me. I didn’t really see a point in it except to show off or attract guys.
…Last night I was dancing and having the time of my life. I was enjoying the other people but I wasn’t bothered by how they were dancing or how they might have expected me to dance.
My body was just being moved in whatever way my whole being felt to move, irrespective of whether it looked good or whether my dancing was even in rhythm with the music.
When a woman came up to me and asked if I was a dancer, I said “yes, tonight I am”. She said “no, I mean are you a professional dancer because you’re really good”.
I expressed appreciation for the compliment and said “no, I’m just making it up as I go along”, and then danced away with a huge shit-eating grin…seeing that the dance is just a metaphor for what occurs when the vessel known as myself is given over to the movement and flow of Spirit.
Now, I don’t know if everyone thinks I’m a good dancer…some may think I’m a total spaz.
I don’t consider myself a good or bad dancer, but when I dance, it’s natural for me to honor the movement that wants to happen through me because the whole point of dancing is experiencing the dance…and when the experience is fully allowed, passion, compassion and just plain fun express themselves without effort or cleverness.