Settling into my body, raw and alive with thoughts, emotions, sensations. Stretching, purring, allowing myself the grace of simply being, I awaken the sleeping parts of me. I connect with my center and prepare for a journey.
Tiptoeing, then stomping into the dark shadows of my psyche, staring straight into the eyes of my deepest self--there is no judgment... just love. Straight-backed, I do not avert my glance, but persist even deeper into the truth... deeper into the core of the story and listen with an open heart. There may be sadness, pain, regret...there may be deception, manipulation, confusion, and as I witness these elements they unravel and simplify. This is how I purify--by seeing the truth of what is, having compassion for those places that dance in fear, and holding them in my loving arms.
And my heart expands... it opens into rays of light engulfing the room in which I dance... you may not see it with your eyes, but you can feel it with your soul as I spring and spin, arms open, and voice surrendering to the movement of energy surging though my spirit. I dance wildly. I explore fearlessly. I love myself even more diligently. I open to the ALL of consciousness, and as I transmute the dense energies, I raise my vibration. And as I raise the vibration of myself, I raise the vibration of the entire world. We are mirrors. Let us resonate a harmony of healing.
*The term dramatic feminine was used by Andrew Bartlett at the end of Ecstatic Dancing the other day. The term resonated deeply, and so I use it here.