Too seldom dancing
Some ritual is given us and we perform, such as from a book of liturgy, or by some high official. Some arises from us, such as when we kiss a child’s owie, or gather around the bed of our father newly died, scatter rose petals, wash his face, hands and feet, and sing songs from imperfect memory. The radio plays music which tells us how to feel and sometimes think—that too is a ritual, but unseen. Too seldom dancing and music wells.
:- Doug.
