There’s a dance that goes on. It mostly goes on in the middle of my chest but can do circles and spins all over. It’s an entertaining dance, distracting really. I’m fascinated with it.
The two partners in this dance are equals but somewhat opposite. One knows all the rules and, in fact, loves making them. She follows and upholds. She’s interested in what is fair, ethic, perseverance, flourishes in routine and can take on more than most with ease. She sees what you are saying without you even having to talk, in fact, she feels it. Nonetheless, she will still listen to you and wants to know all that you have to say. She could do this for days. “You” might be a friend or the grocery store clerk or a deer or a tree or the wind. She cares deeply and believes there is good everywhere and that there is no doubt that it ultimately prevails. She is mom and healer, walking through tall blades of grass on a warm summer’s afternoon.
Her partner is not interested in rules just for the sake of rules and quakes with frustration when they are made just so. Her partner speaks out in expletives to those she trusts. She dances to a different beat. It’s full of harder energy and vibration – like butterflies in your stomach afire in neon colours. She needs life turned on max – music on high, lyrics seething with meaning, desire, fever, deep experiences. Superficial is her poison. She loves you too but can’t tolerate you not loving yourself enough to be real. She wants to connect with you too, in fact she thrives on connection, but she won’t try if you can’t see and listen to what’s in front of you. She’s wildfire.
The two dance. It is not a battle. No one wins or loses a dance. The partners take turns with the lead with the need to lead lasting seconds, moments, weeks, seasons. Ultimately, one partner does spend much more time leading than the other, but she smiles knowing that the other is there. They know they could easily dance alone, but prefer to revel in the artistry created when instead they dance together.
I have two girls. One is a lover, one is wildfire.