Happy Birthday, Betsy. You would have been 71 today had you not run away with Mr. Death.
Wife of Nick, mother of Khola, Betsy was above all a dancer. And for her, dance meant, not pretty movement, but the practice of being present in the moment. "Take everything that happens as it comes, " said Lao Tzu, "as something to animate, not to appropriate." Betsy lived that maxim to the max, and by her example, taught her friends, me among them, to more fully inhabit this lucky gift of embodiment in human form.
In our semi-rural community along the San Lorenzo River, Betsy was a prime mover in Home Birth, in Home Schooling and, at the end, in Home Death. For Betsy, birthing, teaching, dying and everything in between were all about "learning how to move energy". Her aim was striving to live fully, even as this body-gift was being taken from her.
Here's Betsy's obituary.
And here's one of Betsy's reflections on The Dance:
PICK A PARTNER
Stilling the air charged by previous dancers
Inhaling and lifting, look about,
search for someone to dance with.
Couples waiting to meet:
The old familiar: Will I be chosen?
Who will be my partner?
Will I find a mate?
Can we move together?
Will you share my space?
O look, feel, sense
How it is we move together.
This says it all:
What our bodies do together.
O let's have been connected before forever.
Let's not ever not touch.