Dancing Men.

This summer, I had the opportunity to see fully grown men, boys and a mixture of the two come fully into their own skin and dance their heart out. Many of you are probably wondering why this is such a great opportunity, and worthy of a new post.
My story is this- I have never seen a boy or man look more powerful, wonderful and relaxed as when he is dancing his heart out. When I say dance, I don't mean the "seaweed" type dance that you see in high schools, and clubs all over the world. I mean grounded dancing where passion, meaning and love seep through every step that they take. If you have ever been in a room where over 10 males are dancing (without any females) you can feel the energy that they have lived their whole life carrying start to lift- and take flight high into the rafters as they are free for an hour or two.

So boys- this is for you.

So many boys put on those dark masks.
They are forced to feel scared, judged and alone.
They tie it over their hair and never let the strings come undone.
Never getting to show their real and magnificent faces to the world. 
They have no one to watch them dance their own life stories.
Pushed, pulled and shoved to the back of the bus.
Oh, brothers. I see your faces covered in war
One that is not yours to fight for.

I've watched you grow cold, guarded and mean.
Watched you place cloaks over your beings.
Guns keep you safe, instead of your fathers.
Young girls keep you warm, instead of your mothers.
I ask you my brothers, keep your head up and smile.

I see so much passion in each one of you.
Keep your lights on.
You are brighter than you let show.

Thank you for dancing from your unguarded hearts.
For expressing yourself and being alive
As I watched you, young men
I got tears in my eyes.

I have this fear-
That most of you cry only when you are alone.
That you live in a society where you're aren't supposed to  express yourself.
That this second of dance is the most alive you will ever feel.
I have this fear-
That most of you will put that mask back on when you walk out of the door.

So many masks on my boys and men.

You, my boys ripped them free and let your soul show.

Thank you. I love you.