#72.

A song and a poem.

This past week at my internship, I was dancing to a song. (No duh.) But what makes this significant is the feeling that happened...one that I'm sure you'll know as I describe it. It felt like my body knew the tune, the sound resonated in my soul, and I had to know what it was. It didn't really help that I didn't recognize the words. I asked my supervisor about the song and she told me the name of it: "Mil pasos". It's also know as a Thousand Steps. She translated what I couldn't and it was beautiful.

I wish I could sit or dance with you as you listen. Since we are probably not near each other, just play the video and listen. Don't think or judge. Just close your eyes and listen.

If you can, take the time to translate it. It's worth your time.

This poem also has the same sentiment as the song, which is why I'm posting them together:

The Journey
by Mary Oliver

One day you finally knew
what you had to do, and began,
though the voices around you
kept shouting
their bad advice--
though the whole house
began to tremble
and you felt the old tug
at your ankles.
"Mend my life!"
each voice cried.
But you didn't stop.
You knew what you had to do,
though the wind pried
with its stiff fingers
at the very foundations,
though their melancholy
was terrible.
It was already late
enough, and a wild night,
and the road full of fallen
branches and stones.
But little by little,
as you left their voices behind,
the stars began to burn
through the sheets of clouds,
and there was a new voice
which you slowly
recognized as your own,
that kept you company
as you strode deeper and deeper
into the world,
determined to do
the only thing you could do--
determined to save
the only life you could save.