Coming into the Life of the Body
In many ways my native language has always been dance. I moved stories before I told them in words, heard music most clearly when it flowed through my body and out again into the waiting space. In secret my deepest prayers were danced before God.  Perhaps that is why I am drawn to those who, writing about religion, note that we are creatures with bodies. Christians have some trouble with this reality. Often, if they affirm their bodily state at all, it is to triumph over it, to deny its power, to dismiss its claims on us.  Rarely do they celebrate the body and own the sheer joy of abandoning oneself to the dance.
[Read more...]

