The right to be corny
Monday, November 17th, 2008 
Self love is
dancing to old tunes
in my car
as I drive on 101 S through the night.

Self love is
dancing to old tunes
in my car
as I drive on 101 S through the night.

Dance, when you’re broken open.
Dance, if you’ve torn the bandage off.
Dance in the middle of the fighting.
Dance in your blood.
Dance, when you’re perfectly free.
-Rumi, of course.
I found this piece yesterday and it gives me the goosebumps, swells my heart and brings me to tears all at once. You may like it, too!