And your very flesh shall be a great poem.
~ Walt Whitman ~
I started something new this past week: exploring movement in a dance studio close to my home, light and sky pouring through the top floor windows onto sprung-wood floors.
It's curious to me that after about 8 years of only my cells and ideas dancing quietly within me with no outward dancing-choreographing, I am moving within a new language of textures, atrophied muscles, and spaciousness for old self-judgments to fall to the floor.
Whitman's line ~ And your flesh shall be a great poem ~ wraps around and through me. I am reminded that merely by being present in the studio, inquiring into the ways in which my body desires to move and express, is more than enough.
photo credit1: Matt Parker; photo credit2: me