The Three Movements of Communion

Today I remembered something ancient. Not learned, but remembered. It came as a quiet song from within: Trust. Dance. Joy.

It came not as instruction, but as rhythm. It’s how I am with God. It’s how God is with me. This is not a creed—it’s a living relationship. A dynamic exchange. A way of being with the All That Is.

TRUST is the first movement. It’s the descent. The surrender. The letting go of control and falling back into the arms of what I know is true. When I trust, I stop swimming upstream. I allow myself to be held by the current. I stop needing to know why and begin to know with. Trust is the heartbeat of surrender.

DANCE is the second movement. The soul doesn’t walk or run toward God—it dances. Life is not a linear journey but a spiraling, paradoxical dance. God doesn’t push or pull—but sways, beckons, invites. I dance with peace. I dance with fear. I move with grief, not against it. I twirl with joy. I feel the rhythm in my chest, the pulse in my bones. The dance is the participation. The delight. The back and forth of love.

JOY is the third movement. The overflow. The resonance that happens when I am in harmony with the sacred. Joy is not always loud. Sometimes it’s a tear rolling down my cheek. Sometimes it’s my breath catching in wonder. It’s how I know I am home.

And then I begin again.

Trust leads to the Dance.

The Dance makes way for Joy.

Joy deepens Trust.

And around we go.

This is the way. This is how I walk with God. Not by striving, but by spiraling. Not by certainty, but by rhythm. Not by destination, but by relationship.

Today, I remembered. And now, I will not forget.