Earlier this week I danced under candlelight in my living room. There were tears mixed with sighs of gratitude for the ability to attune with the breath of life. This is the same breath that sustained my husband Jhonny as well as all passed loved ones both yours and mine. This breath doesn't disappear when they leave their bodies but instead becomes a part of our breath, those of us still living in ours. It is with each breath, if we choose, that we can increase our capacity to feel them, to feel Jhonny, to feel our grandparents, our parents, our friends and siblings, and our ancestors. And when we dance, we dance with them. We dance with God. We dance with Love.