After several years on Xanga and at least a week of trying to find the name for this blog, here I am.
Not home yet
Rhythm with reason
But here I settle on xorosxaris: technically, χορος χαριτος, a danse of Grace.
Danse from Caedmon’s Call, from the longing in my soul, from the simple movements of bodies on a stage to the great Cosmic Danse of C.S. Lewis, Caedmon’s Call, Steven Curtis Chapman, and even the god-is-dead Nietzhce, who would only believe in a God who could dance.
Grace, His grace.
χαρις, ιτος: f. grace, kindness, mercy, goodwill, a special manifestation of the divine presense, a blessing.
Greek because it’s the language in which the world first read of Him. And it emphasizes the connection between dance and grace.
I’m not a graceful dancer. This is the danse of His grace. I am the heart, He is the heartbeat. He is the Lord of this danse. Without this grace, I would be dead on the floor.