I have been dancing with retiring in ways that feel like my retirement from dancing.
I am a former musical theatre performer that left the stage in 1995. My training was in vocal performance, acting, and dance. Of those three disciplines it was dance that most captivated my creative imagination.
I did not begin formal dance training until I went to college. My parents did not want a son that danced. I was not permitted to take lessons until I went to school which I paid for. And so let the training begin.
By the time I was twenty I had already had each knee surgically repaired. This was not directly traceable to dance, though it was debated. My mother accompanied me to an orthopedic appointment where she applied her son-dance aversion to my medical condition. She presented her evidence for my dance cessation to the orthopedic surgeon. She had every confidence he would concur.
He did not.
The doctor shifted his focus from her to me.
“Do you love dancing?”
“I do.”
“Then keep at it as long as you possibly can.”
And I did.
Professional dancers know that our “life expectancy” on the stage is limited. Mine was shorter than most. But I loved every grand jete and every shuffle ball change. I was in my bliss when I was dancing in the studio and especially on stage. While I had frequent knee pain I pushed right through it until I simply couldn’t.
And so, I am a retired dancer.
I stopped acting and singing professionally at the same time. Without dancing I didn’t have my mojo. I did some television and film work while I was in my clinical training, a transition from performer to therapist and eventually clergy. The final traces of my entertainment career were concurrent to my seminary work. I moved out of New York with a clinical credential and was ordained shortly after.
I was formally retired at age thirty-eight.
And a whole new stage of professional life opened before me.
Since retiring from dance, I have worked full-time in the ministry for thirty-one years. As much as I love the performing arts and dance, I know it is ministry that is the true calling of my life. I feel deeply connected to and live from what is truest and deepest within my heart. And my “tasks” are various expressions of that internal moving flow. I often marvel that I am paid for being what I authentically am and then sharing that with others. I daily put feet on my spiritual practice. I tap into my creative impulses and then channel my inspiration into words and other ways of relating.
I have been the full-time leader of a spiritual community for over twelve years. While I began ministry as an independent contractor I felt inspired to agree to a more structured role for what I thought would be a relatively short period of time.
Many dramatic and even disturbing things have occurred for me personally during my tenure as a senior minister. This culminated late last year with the passing of my husband.
As a result, I have been dancing with the idea of retirement. Again.
I retired from dancing, and now I am dancing with retirement.
Most days this contemplation is an easy waltz that does not yet lead me off the dance floor of my profession. I can still move with the music of my heart. I can keep up. I am admittedly slower when I move. Yet the passion in my heart is as vibrant as ever. I sit while I lecture. Yet my vital energy is standing strong.
And I am aware that my general pace is slower and I am physically able to do less than in previous years. It feels like a very real example of “the spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak.” The years of forcing my dance have taken a toll. I do not regret it. Yet I ponder how much longer I can maintain the pace of fulltime employment. While I am currently not feeling a definitive “stop” the body symptoms are clearly having a say.
I am clear that I feel no motivation to build a big community that I would then need to maintain. My focus is on touching and reaching one heart at a time. I feel compelled to channel decades of spiritual exploration and put it into forms and words that may benefit others. It is what I am doing as I type these words. I am pointing to something universal when I speak of my individual experience. Bodies often weaken even as our spirit strengthens and soars.
Ours is a doing culture. Success is seen as active achievement. Busyness is a badge of honor. Do. Do. Do. Stay relevant. Measurable. Do even more. Then tell about it. Take pictures of it. Post it. Build even more upon it.
I am personally called less by doing. My heart and my spirit are vibrating at the frequency of being. Much if not most of what is most important to me is not measurable or seen by the world as achievement. It is slow. Intangible. Etheric. I used to love leaping across a stage to a fast-paced crescendo of music. I am now sweetly content to sway to the serenade of my Soul. I then invite you to sway with me.
There will always be a dancer in my imaginary self. And there will always be a minister as my highest form of expression.
I embrace my slowing down. I celebrate that I have survived the past several years, and that I am spiritually stronger and more centered as a result. I dance with the notion that perhaps rather than retiring from my current position I can retire from the demands I place upon myself in terms of how much I do. How much output I can measure.
I dance with the truth that I have thirty years of experience of platform speaking. Individual and group counseling. Workshop presentation. Writing. I have earned the right to slow down a bit. I can allow my expansive being to take form as less doing than in past years. Slow dancing is still dancing. Inspiration does not take muscle. Practice, yes. Muscle, no.
So, for today I am giving to you this pondering on dance and retirement. I retired from dance, and I dance with the possibility of retiring again. It will not be happening today. I have sat in my chair to compose this offering. No warmup required and no sweat induced.
Yet I pray you can feel the music of my heart and the swaying of my spirit. I hope you will dance with me and that you will glean something that will lead you in your own explorations.
Life is indeed a dance. Will you let It lead?
