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Hi Lovers 💕
Summer is in full fiery swing, and there is a lot of movin' & shakin', and rockin' & rollin' in my neck of the woods!
I am freshly back from an incredible week of dancing, meditating and creating art in Big Sur; truly expansive. But not in the way that I might have thought.. When I go to these retreats or trainings, I am somehow in search of some new, shiny idea that is going to change my world. But instead, the ones that really touch and move me, are the ones that simply remind me what I already know, but which is so easy to forget: that the answers and the wisdom are already with me. They're not "out there" somewhere, with a new teacher who is going to impart their expertise, or a fancy new psychedelic experience, books, classes, or workshops. The experiences that are most impactful, bring me back to the inherent intelligence of my body.
They remind me.
I remember.
I am re-membered.
Last week I sat with the stillness, devoted myself to every breath, and welcomed any part of me that came forward to be seen and heard. Apparently, there are still parts in there that need my love and compassion!
I danced til I dropped, every day.
Every. Day.
I let myself revel in the extension of my fingers, the fluidity of my wrists, the weight and power of my hips, the way my toes still point without me trying. I let myself collapse in the chaos, be witnessed in the messiness, and be silently held by the dancefloor, the collective energy, the land, the waters, and the magic.
Someone asked me, "How did you learn to move your body that way?" And when my mind was able to get quiet, the answer that came through was, "I didn't learn how to move my body that way, I am un-learning what has kept me from moving my body that way." The way that it wants to move, the way that allows the tears to come, the ecstasy, that shakes the stuck parts loose, that expands my heart, that lets me be big and loud, and fall apart, and be put back together.
I feel strong, capable, powerful, in choice, and resilient. Also, like I could weep with sorrow, grief, overwhelm, rage, or exhaustion, at any moment. I don't get to have any of these sensations, without the others. They're woven together, not to be unbraided and sorted through. This welcoming of wholeness strengthens the integrity of the entire system.
Not forcing, but flowing
Not constricting, but allowing
Not controlling, but feeling and trusting
We got this, my darlings.
Let's Fucking Go.
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