The earth keeps on moving and most people I know, no make that everyone I know, who is living through this tumultuous time, is experiencing an extreme case of indecision, of not knowing, of not being able to make plans or make decisions and an extreme inability to trust themselves. And the ground keeps on moving, reminding us that nothing is certain, that we need to get our priorities right, that we may not see tomorrow so we’d better be sure we know we are dancing our true path today. Right now, as that is all we have.
The only thing that is keeping me sane is being in my body. Yoga, dance and walking in the hills amidst the dodgy boulders sprayed with orange paint to mark the ones that have moved recently. But I need to see the view, feel myself in proportion to the planet, get my heart rate up and breathe.
And I need to dance. Get out of my head and into my body. At least when I am dancing I don’t have to think, to fear, to worry. I can release the stress of living with the constant anxiety of reacting to every loud bang, lorry passing or just seeing all the destruction on a daily basis. My body can be my teacher, a safe place to be, my home, my sanctuary, my truth.
When I am dancing I feel safe, held and still amidst the chaos. Perhaps I can learn to dance through life.
