When I was a little girl…we used to play a game called freeze tag…the premise being…someone was it…and they chased everyone else…if they tagged you…you had to stand perfectly still…frozen…until someone else untagged you…
Now…I can’t remember much else about it…like what happened if you moved…is that what made you become…it…so that you had to be the chaser…that makes sense…but…Bertha…says the actual rules aren’t why she brought it up this morning…
No…she’s relating it to my life…to people or events that leave me…numb…standing still…frozen…until…another person or event…comes along…and…unfreezes me…
She reminds me…that becoming unfrozen…is an inside job…I don’t have to wait for someone else…something else…I only have to listen to my heart…and…move with the rhythm of the wind…
Today…I’m dancing…
Jane
