DANCE - Sunday Scribblings

I believe I might be peeling the translucent layers that surround the heart/the core. Since these are harder to see, they require gentleness in order to not tear the delicate skin.

I am in the process of learning gratitude in every dimension of my life. The most challenging one is cleaning my home. Really learning the process of being a homemaker and caretaker - breaking down my house into parts and devoting energies into different rooms as I sort, clear, purge and clean (washing floors, windows, dusting.....). I turned on the music and let myself dance (something I had not done in quite a while). As I sang along to my tunes and swayed, I felt a shift in my vibrational energy. As the water in the mop bucket got darker, I felt my sadness lift.

Dancing . I have always believed that dancing is the way to reconnect myself with my body - to truly inhabit the space within - it is so amazing how music can fill my soul and all of a sudden, my foot starts twitching and drumming a beat and then my hand follows, tapping a rhythm on my thigh - until I surrender to the music and let myself go and allow my energy to flow.

Dancing started at a young age. Friday nights after dinner, we'd gather in the basement and dance: Abba (Dancing Queen), Neil Diamond (Coming to America), Boney M (By the River of Babylon) and anything from the soundtrack of Grease. My cousins and I, my parents, my aunts and uncles - we would release all the tensions and cares of the weeks and boogie on down.

When I was in my teens, my girlfriends and I would sneak into the bars and dance, dance, dance - we didn't care for the drinking or the men - just the music pulsating in our veins and the unrestrained freedom of moving and sweating and being.

And so, it was a real pleasure to re-mind myself of how important dance is to my soul, my body and me.

I sway - I sashay - I spin - I move my hips - I do the hokey pokey and I turn myself about - that's what it's all about!!!