I come alive when I dance...
I’m super interested in these things. Interested in observing, learning about, and feeling these things. For many years I didn’t give a second thought to being alive, to feeling alive, to the vitality of my energy.
And now I’m really really curious about what others think about these experiences, how I can create more of them in my life regularly, why I/we don’t more often, and what’s possible when we do.
The other day I put on some music and started to dance. I immediately experienced my body in a new way. I could feel my arms, my feet, my ankles. My neck and shoulders immediately moved to loosen and lubricate my joints. My body wants to move. It wants to stretch out. It wants to feel alive.
Looking back, it all makes sense. I danced my way through a career transition a couple years ago. I knew that when I danced I felt better, and that was it. My days were spent feeling trapped and constrained behind an immaculate wooden desk and computer screen. And when I danced, that imprisonment melted away. Something happened. I felt alive again.
So I danced in my former office with the door closed, I danced in the large bathroom with a separate door for 1 song at a time. I danced on the pier on the Hudson River as I waited for a ferry to work. I danced on the top deck of the ferry, and people on passing tour boats took photos of me. I danced in subway platforms and on subway trains. I danced and skipped in the streets.
And now I see, so much more clearly, that I must dance all the time. Every day.
There is more to explore, to feel, to express through movement. New things to discover. I have a desire to take the movement to new places, to experience the many things that music and dance can evoke.
I come alive when I move, when I dance. I feel alive. I feel so human. I am amazed. I am grateful.
What makes you come alive?
Yours in wildness~~