Reflections from a Dance with my Heart – Part 1
These reflections are from a recent weekend dance workshop with Caroline Carey in Johannesburg called the Four Chambered Heart.
I woke on Sunday morning after the first day of dancing.
I woke with grief
I felt how I was born into a world made far to small
Far too small.
How I was straightjacketed to fit into it
Becoming smaller and smaller
Being trained to fit
Into something so minuscule
Too small to contain the beauty and power of my soul
Full of fire, light and space
I cried for my own learned limitation
And for that of all the children
All those who once were children
being shut down, being taught to close themselves in
to fit into a world made smaller and straighter and more grey
than is the wild wondrous reality of it.
I cried that morning
For all those years of denying my deepest roots,
of shaving off my wild soul,
like Peter denied Jesus
I recognise the moment
in my vision quest some years back
where I fell to the earth
crying, howling even,
touching immense grief
in my return to Mother Earth.
The grief of experiencing how deeply disconnected I have been from her.
Yes there is joy in returning,
a chasmic grieving in experiencing
the pain of separation.
So that was my pain on Sunday morning
even as I felt my soul returning
I cried for all the years of banishing
parts of myself
I woke up that Sunday morning feeling the fullness of soul return
Breaking through old constrictions
dutifully put in place by my parents, and their parents before them,
and theirs before
It broke through with sobs and tears
Breathing out, gasping for air,
the vastness of this being that