Soul Dancing into Stillness – Day 6

Touching stillness. Slowing down. So intimate this dance.

Even the wild dance of days before is intimate. It is really meeting myself in my body as I move, as I let the music move in me, through me. And yet – in the quieter dance moments, I become more conscious of the intimacy – of the listening to – and meeting myself.

Joy is still there. Such joy. Small moments of quickening. A sense of love flowing. But also simply being with myself in movement. Nothing more, nothing less. Deeply intimate.

Katrin reminded me of something important. The burst of energy and the release of wildness is a meeting of something and someone in me that often I don’t meet. It is connecting to a fundamental aliveness, vibrancy that often lies hidden. What a delight it is to meet that part of myself.

Having touched that – it is then exquisite to move into the place of slow, still connection. Slow, still connection.

Today was slow and still.

With such gratitude for the miracle that is our life – and the teaching and learning that is available everywhere  in every single moment. And right now it is coming home through Dance.

Dancing Soul – Day 4

Today I noticed how long it takes me to fully enter the dance. Mind stays with me for a while – quite a while. Censoring, judging, the music, the movement, continues to ponder the themes of the day. Busy busy mind

And then suddenly suddenly suddenly something shifts – the music, the movement, the soul of the moment moves into the foreground, becomes it all. Suddenly I find myself being surprised at myself, what is moving through me, suddenly I notice that I am motion, I am sweat, I am breath, I am dance. I am lost in the moment – and it expands and becomes so big, so bountiful, so explosive, or perhaps later in the movement when it moves towards stillness – so expansively still.

It is ALL Prayer. It is prayer. It is Love of Life. It is Love. Simply that. Love. And in that is Joy. Immense Joy.

Today I arrived at the home of a friend. Full of my bubbly joy, from these days of movement. I shared, I bubbled. In the course of our time together our conversation moved to less happy things. An old story of torture and pain in our troubled country. A new story of arrests. And my bubbles took on the pain and became immense sorrow. Tears came. Sadness filled me. My friend apologized. But I simply said ‘it is all good.’ And it is.

What the dance is doing is enabling Flow. I can flow from joy to grief in an instant. And it is Beautiful and True. And – here is what is new – I am not getting stuck in either. I can probably move equally fast to anger, fiereceness, even fear. The emotions are not good or bad – they are. Just like there is slow and fast and sombre and vibrant music. And I am learning to flow through it all.

Each day I have come to the dance with an issue, or concern. Each time I have danced it into oblivion. Not that I ignore it, but I land at the end with a deeper, richer, wider perspective. My body and soul can hold it all – with such spaciousness. What was a mountain literally turns into a molehill in the dance.

I realize we don’t all need to dance – but there is something here. Something here about flow, perspective, surrender….

And this is only day 4!