I’m dancing in the middle of a field. Miraculously, the field is dry this year: grass and dirt on my toes, but not mud. There’s a hole where the Maypole will go in the center, and others dance too, in the center and at the edges. The drums pulse, and I feel them almost as much in my blood as I do through my ears. The sun is hot, hotter than I expected, but the breeze is cool, and moving is what’s keeping me warm. I’m aware, in the periphery, of the people who will hold pieces in the ritual later, of the pole itself, out in the woods, of my friends standing in the circle.
Nothing has happened yet; everything is about to happen.
Moments when we feel alive are keys: they show us what it’s like when we are fully engaged, open, present. They also often point us to the activities and situations where we most easily feel that way. When do you feel most fully alive? What can you do to cultivate more opportunities to feel that way?