This morning, before dawn, i walked to the top of a local mountain where Morris Dancers were dancing in the month of May. The dancers wear bells on their shins, have sticks to tap the ground, and lots of ribbons on their shirts. These English folk dances feel like a great way to welcome in the May.
For late risers, the men's team and the women's team danced again in the parking lot of the Town Hall at 6:45 a.m.
We take time to ceremonially welcome in a change of season--in this case, the month of May. Even though everything is impermanent, everything is in constant and continual change, we pause for a moment to welcome spring.
Monday, May 1, 2017
Dancing in the May
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change,
dance,
impermanence,
May,
Morris dancers,
mountain,
spring,
welcome
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