Trey and I spend many a Sunday morning participating in a freestyle movement, or conscious dance, gathering in our community. These mornings are typically magical for one or both of us.
We have the opportunity to “move from the inside out” in a safe, nonjudgmental environment and without any attachment to looking good or dancing well. We have the opportunity to get out of our head for an hour and a half and instead connect with our body, and its beauty and wisdom and authentic expression. This freedom, this letting go, allows emotions to surface and express and release.
For a movement person, like me, this is a powerful and often healing experience. I acknowledge, though, that for someone not connected or drawn to movement, it would be the last thing you would ever want to do! Yet, for Trey and me and the rest of our Sunday morning community/tribe, it is often one of the best things we do for ourselves all week.
This last weekend was my birthday and Mason joined us for Sunday dance for the first time. His presence was the icing on my birthday cake, with the plumpest cherry on top! During the last song on the playlist, I got out of my dance zone and looked around the room. All dancers were on the ground stretching and cooling down, except for my husband and my son, the only males in the room. So I sat against the wall, and witnessed...experienced...received the pure beauty of their:
freedom
openness
expression
sensitivity
love
connectedness
I cried with such overwhelming joy and gratitude and awe that it hurt. It still does.
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