As long as you're dancing, you can
break the rules.
Sometimes breaking the rules is just
extending the rules.
Sometimes there are no rules.
This reminds me so much of a posting we had on our refrigerator when I was a child.
Rule #1: Dad is always right
Rule #2: Refer to rule #1
Today it brings a chuckle, and also a caution: Be wary of rules, especially if they report to be simple or give power over to oppressive schemes, such as patriarchy.
Yet we humans live with rules. Might we also find a way to live with the constant breaking of rules as a way to double check on institutionalized rigor mortis that restricts flourishing, joy, and love?
Make rules, then break them by letting your heart break.
Here are some of my rules:
Joy not last
Forget the past
Live with thirst
What rules would you make if you could have just one, or what one thing will you strive to remember today? Then how will you let your heart break?