After a workday that saw me steadily breathing in deep heaves, I went to my Spiraldance class that evening. My breath had found strength along the way, and for the first full section of the class, I breathed. We were asked to do as we felt, to perhaps get up and find a partner and explore our limbs. I sat and breathed, guided by my body. In out, in out, in out, in out, it found a rhythm to rise. My arms lifted and my hands streamed through the air. Each finger enjoyed the delight of subtle change. The tingles in my arms grew louder as my hands surrounded one mass of air. Each breath grew the energy, each sway of my body was a delight. I danced as I crawled around my mat, growing with breath. My defiant came out and growled a few exhales. It felt relief at being seen, and allowed the waning music to guide my body onto stillness.
The last section of the class was an exercise of rise and fall. We allow our bodies to find rising energy, to grow. We allow it to melt, to drop. We create form and guide our own way. We let it go. "Enjoy", she said.
We danced for the remainder of the class. And my body learned. At first it was a fun exercise, new and free. Eyes closed, I felt my surroundings with intention and waved with the music and with my desires. At some point, my body realized this was a new pattern. And this pattern felt delightful, an exquisite merry-go-round of freedom. And the energy from it only grew, like a resonant wave. I noticed one hand rising and one falling, and I gasped in amazement. I could do both! My body is not only one! It is an intricate, beautiful, powerful weaving of millions upon billions of parts! Each muscle, each fiber, each hair is its own part, and the dance of my body is the dance of those billions of parts. And I was the conductor. Oh my. The doors were open.
I danced. I danced from my tingling skin through the streaming hands past my swaying torso to my rising neck into my sadness through my power center, following my joy. I felt the flows of inner space meld and play around my birds of thought, which swooped across my stretching ribs that I caressed with pleasure and love. The energy built up, structure was created, and then we just let go. Flooosh, all flows to the ground. Breath gave us energy to rise again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Generous magic.
I was Vibration. And I love it.
The last section of the class was an exercise of rise and fall. We allow our bodies to find rising energy, to grow. We allow it to melt, to drop. We create form and guide our own way. We let it go. "Enjoy", she said.
We danced for the remainder of the class. And my body learned. At first it was a fun exercise, new and free. Eyes closed, I felt my surroundings with intention and waved with the music and with my desires. At some point, my body realized this was a new pattern. And this pattern felt delightful, an exquisite merry-go-round of freedom. And the energy from it only grew, like a resonant wave. I noticed one hand rising and one falling, and I gasped in amazement. I could do both! My body is not only one! It is an intricate, beautiful, powerful weaving of millions upon billions of parts! Each muscle, each fiber, each hair is its own part, and the dance of my body is the dance of those billions of parts. And I was the conductor. Oh my. The doors were open.
I danced. I danced from my tingling skin through the streaming hands past my swaying torso to my rising neck into my sadness through my power center, following my joy. I felt the flows of inner space meld and play around my birds of thought, which swooped across my stretching ribs that I caressed with pleasure and love. The energy built up, structure was created, and then we just let go. Flooosh, all flows to the ground. Breath gave us energy to rise again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Generous magic.
I was Vibration. And I love it.
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