I was nervous. It had been a long time. But it was Valentine’s Day weekend, so I thought, why not? My husband had surprised me with dinner and swing dancing, lessons included. After eating our meal, we made our way out to the small town where the dance was taking place. Dark winding roads finally …
I noticed these words etched in a table at our school library recently. Sitting mindlessly in a staff meeting, routines attached to me like puppet strings, pulling me in every direction. And me, with no mind of my own, blindly following the prescribed script for the day. I sat there, eyes glazed over, heart still …
Awakenings 