July 25, 2014 Empty chairs… … mean last night’s street dance in White Sulphur Springs, Montana was too hopping to take sitting down. Dancing is a migration of the heart… … spinning us in circles… … and pointing us back towards home. Share this:TweetShare on TumblrEmailLike this:Like Loading... Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (required) (Address never made public) Name (required) Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email. Notify me of new posts via email. Δ Previous Post Ripples Next Post Ravioli and Romano