A God Who Dances
I know that God in me wants to dance, to move, to paint, to write poetry freely, to laugh and joke, to listen to the birds and watch the sun rise.
It wants to play, imagine, and create.
It knows how to love deeply and how to rest well.
It is so full of itself, it overflows.
It is one with nature, one with life.
It is not static, yet omnipresent.
Ever-unfolding, yet unchanging.
It is — and therefore all things are.
It is Love, wanting to touch all things with its presence.
Care, wanting to nurture.
Presence, knowing how to heal.
Wisdom, permeating every ordinary action
It wants to create beauty and marvel at it.
To express, and then to love its creation.
For a long time, I believed spirituality was some kind of escape from life.
A transcendence of the human.
A moving away from the world.
But later I found that true spirituality is not a withdrawal from life.
It is a full flowering into it.
“I would believe only in a god who could dance. And when I saw my devil I found him serious, thorough, profound, and solemn: it was the spirit of gravity - through him all things fall.”
―Friedrich Nietzsche
The God I know is not judging.
It never condemns or withholds.
It shines, always — just like the sun.
And so the earth spins.
And so life is.
It is the creative principle of the universe.
There was a time when I did not paint.
A time when inspiration felt absent.
When I did not know my purpose, or have a clear vision.
A time when I did not make space to dance, to create, to notice beauty, or to devote myself to what I loved.
Outwardly, my life looked good.
But it lacked soul.
It lacked depth.
And ultimately, it lacked God.
I did not yet feel God dancing in me.
There were problems and challenges, and I did not understand that so much of my suffering came from not recognizing the divine presence already here — already living through me, already shining all around me.
My actions did not arise from the universal pulse of love.
They were manufactured by thought.
“And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music.”
— Friedrich Nietzsche
It took many years to discover that God was already present here, closer than my breath, through spiritual teachings and meditation.
Yet it has been here all along.
I only needed to “wipe the window”.
He who has eyes to see, let him see”. — Jesus Christ
And then something began to return naturally:
sense of wonder,
awe,
creativity,
love,
the desire to create beauty,
the longing to share my heart.
It all began to outpour me as the natural consequence of remembering.
Creativity is not something we do.
It is something we are.
For the great Artist lives nowhere else but through us.
And now, a life of beauty feels natural again.
I begin to notice that this is how nature lives.
These principles are everywhere:
a flower opening,
wind moving through trees,
a bird singing at dawn,
a dolphin leaping from joy,
a spider weaving a web like a masterpiece.
Our impulse to create, to celebrate, to rejoice, to share, to move, to love — is nothing less than the Divine wanting to know itself in form.
“Now I am light, now I fly, now I see myself beneath myself, now a god dances through me.”
— Friedrich Nietzsche
Children know it.
Animals know it.
We know it too.
It is an inborn instinct.
And yet, we forget.
Then life asks us to unclench.
To loosen our grip.
To soften enough that love and beauty may begin to live us again.
Until we are being danced.
The dance is happening.
The painting is painting itself.
The story is being told through your lips.
And all you ever really do is witness it.
You are the witness of the theatre of life.
And life is unfolding before you —
for your wonder,
for your participation,
for your enjoyment.
“All the world’s a stage,
And all the men and women merely players”
— William Shakespeare
Thank you so much for being here, reading, supporting, sharing! ♡
If you’d like to dive deeper into my work and this way of living, being, creating, I have a few beautiful offerings coming up:
— Blossoming Self - a space to support your remembrance and divine unfolding
— The Awakened Artist - a space to overflow with art and beauty from truth and love, while living in tune with the creative principle of the universe
With love, art and beauty,
Anna