I had a flashback the other day. It was triggered by the pounding music and flashing zig zags. I felt overcome with dizziness and had great difficulty staying grounded.
I took a deep breath and fixed my eyes on something else to regain my footing.
I was in Zumba class. And the young lady in front of me, a newbie to the class, was having difficulty keeping time to the music.
But that didn’t stop her from jumping in with both dysrhythmic arms and feet. The motion sickness inducing zig zags on her shirt was the cherry on top.
It was like a Pink Floyd laser show meets an industrial front load washer on the spin cycle.
I had to move to another spot so I could watch the instructor.
The flashback it brought was from the old church days of music ministry. I played piano or sang. It was great fun for the most part. We had some decent musicians and loved playing together.
But then there were the days when The Tambourinist showed up in the congregation. Like the Zumba gal, what she lacked in rhythm, she made up for in enthusiasm. And volume.
It was the unspoken rule of the house that if someone wanted to play, they could. Even if they couldn’t play.
While it was obvious to everyone in ear shot that she was out of sync, she was unaware.
It’s sort of like the same lack of awareness a tone deaf American Idol contestant shows when they proudly bellow off-key, only to get offended they’re not chosen.
And so it is with most of us. We are living out of sync and we don’t realize it. We push ourselves physically until our bodies begin pushing back in the form of health issues.
We don’t say “no” enough and “yes” too often.
And when we do have time to rest, we’re too wound up with inner turmoil and tension to rest.
I am grateful to the young lady who reminded me of the importance of paying attention to the rhythm I’m keeping. I love how the Message version of a verse in Galatians talks about “unforced rhythms of grace.”
That’s the space I find freeing and peaceful.