In the beach hut next door there is a family with a young girl. This girl is always singing. From morning to night, I hear her sweet voice creating a tune for every moment. I have not heard her talk at all. Whatever she has to say, it comes out as song. And when she has nothing to say, her song of life continues as musical scales.
She reminds me of a woman I once knew who was always dancing. Wherever she would go, she would dance, with flowers in hand. I never saw her walking, nor even standing still. Her whole life was a dance.
It feels to me that this girl whose life is a song, and that woman whose life is a dance, are living life beautifully, in tune with existence. For what is life if not a dance, if not a song from the heart?
