I rarely remember dreams, although I have them like everyone else. A couple of weeks ago, however, I had a very vivid dream that stuck with me. I was an observer of a beautiful, fluid, African dance. Dressed in brilliant colored gowns and robes, they moved independently, yet collectively, to a captivating drumbeat – the reds, oranges, yellows, and greens of the garments set off by feathered and beaded headdresses. Both the lyrics of the music and, simultaneously, a majestic audible voice declared to me, “Just to watch us dance is to know the Father’s will.”The reference to “Father,” was unmistakably a reference to God, the Father.  The entire scene was extraordinarily beautiful. I have pondered it periodically for several weeks now and think I now see at least a partial meaning. Music is spiritual; it moves the emotions, touches the heart. The message was felt as much as it was heard. The colors and dancing were dazzling, filled with beauty, delight, and joyfulness. The dancers were joyous, enthusiastic, exuberant, aflame with ecstasy. The Father’s will is for His children to sing, dance, celebrate, embrace life to the fullest, soak in the beauty, live in joyous praise. God wants us to bask in love, marinate in grace, luxuriate in mercy, join the dance of the ages, the hymn of the universe. L’chaim!