Oh Dance, Dance, thank you. Thank you for how you meet me again and again; asking me to open wider to my own ever-evolving human flesh, heart, soul~ in all its vulnerably exposed limitation and eternally liberated spaciousness; to presence my tender unraveling, and to reverently witness the quiet ground of ever-deepening stillness.
Oh to receive this sacred, exquisite dare from Dance to simply hand over my spine, my breath, my heart, my hands, my circles and my lines, my bow and my soar~ to simply being danced by this generous mystery that somehow, by some grace, shows up to dance us.
I know there are many dancers who never take a break, who are given a kind of creative union and contract with the art, practice and medicine of dance that allows it to be more of a continuous and frequent practice. Myself, I’ve had to come and go continuously from this Beloved, it seems, over the years; but always so immensely grateful when the pure call and desire to dance lines up with the capacity.
This last stretch of months, maybe 6 months or so~ I haven’t been able to find myself inside it’s embrace and request. On occasion I would show up to dance, and quickly feel repelled and drawn to leave. The alchemy wasn’t present. I was more essentially internal and as such yearned for silence and solitude.
And so in my free moments this last chapter I’ve been called to nature, to hiking, to finding my beating heart and rhythm of breath while moving my feet steadily along the earth, devotedly upon the body of the Mother, breathing in the vastness of our ocean, our forests, the hilltop song of sky's spacious way. I missed the dance, deeply, but I had to listen to what was calling me, and respect what was refusing me. I could not deny it. I could only trust.
And now, blessedly, Dance has been calling me back, if only for the moment! The field of dancers, the music, the opportunity to pray like this in community~ and to be taken once again into the trustworthy arms of dear dance partners, who know just how to beckon my softening, respect my boundaries, invoke my receptivity, my trust and my blessing~ oh what a gift.
Especially inside such a long, sacred pause around relationship~ single now for such a long stretch. What a gift to be found inside the sacred relational intimacy dance graciously, safely, sweetly invokes, right alongside the sovereign kiss of dance with Spirit. It is all such a meeting of mind-free presence, breath, energy, opening, surrender; the ever-compelling and edgy YES to life, to live, to move, to stop, to pray, to breathe, to be.
And every time I go away, when I come back I somehow find myself dancing deeper from the core of life. It is such a ruthlesslly naked reflection of our embodiment, our offering, of our courage and willingness to let every cell be filled by what wants to fills us, what wants us unabashedly for it's Self.
So sweetly humbling to feel the places in the body and heart untouched for so long by oxygen and love; the clear need to open into the tightest places, to let breath re-member its home between each rib bone and breast bone, inside the darkest core of hip muscle and heart muscle, to let the toes and foot-arches revel in their own strength and fluidity, to stretch open every living fiber and singing feather of these wings.
And so I bow to the Dance, from within the Dance, deeply and shyly ravished by the sacred kiss of Dance today. So thankful for this way of prayer, this way of life, of body; this way of somehow bridging realms through my human form. Praising the Dance, and the dancer, and that which dances us all~ generously, honestly and fiercely, from our first breath to our last. <3