What story do you tell through the shape of your body?
I could feel the bones of my spine winding like strands of DNA as I followed the energy down, down to the ground. The shape of a turtle. I’m protecting the soft parts of body, the open curves and tender heart. I close my arms around my sides in case the front of my lungs that stretch past the ribs are vulnerable, pulling it all towards center and letting the shell of my strong back contain it all. Mine. My space, my center, my feet tucked under to root me deep into the earth. I am safe.
The music starts to pulse and lures me upwards now. I weave vertically, following the energy around my center, seeking the passage of openness. No forcing, no pushing, just following one opening to the next. I am no longer an earthbound reptile. I am hovering above the surface of the hardwood floor, my spine bending backwards and presenting heart like an offering to the big skies.
She’s open now, can you see? She followed the energy and it led her to this giant opening and she found it ever so subtly and gently. No bracing, no forcing.
She releases like a five pointed star, shooting her energy towards the above and below, out from all sides of her. Nothing can enter her now, she is the source of life, the sun itself. She beams.
The beat shifts again, this time chaotically, a drummer finding his rhythm, covering all ground to find the right one that matches his heart beat, and his emotion is churning, and I feel his beat in mine, and I follow him because I trust his chaos. I love his chaos. I rush into his wild hunt, striking ground and sky erratically, losing all self-consciousness as I just follow, follow his chaos. He’ll take me out when he’s ready, and safety is no longer an issue. Nothing in the world is an issue because we are groundless, boundless, bodiless spirits, sparks shooting through space with nowhere to be and nowhere to return.
He takes me completely, the chaotic drummer, our paths merge and I’m at his mercy now, he’s driving me through the universe and I dance wildly until he matches the beat to his own and to ours and once we are fully merged, he starts to calm and ground, starts to settle in his knowing that we have touched starlight together and he has known boundless Self. We slow together, we come down together, landing feet to earth, hardwood floors returning to visibility. There are other dancers now, and they have seen me shoot through the galaxy as starlight and they meet my eyes now, triumphant eyes.
We have been there too, and it is good. Let us inhale the light of that and celebrate. Let us touch and play and be children again.
We lean into each other’s bodies after the blissful release and effortlessly share centers of balance, rolling, leaping, flying. We become a great moving mass, one entity with pretty little facets of face and hair and hips and ankles. It’s endless, isn’t it? The joy?
Finally we are full, having nourished each other on the generous giving of everything that was ever ours, having received everything offered that we wanted, leaving the rest on the floor, letting it sink into the subtle cracks between planks of wood, letting it sift down through the dirt below and back to the Mother who will transform it to new life, new energy, that the music will call forth back into the soles of new dancers.
We individuate again, finding a soft ballet like twirl or a slow spiral into stillness, eyes closed, altered and refreshed. Alone and connected we each hold the gift of each other and make it our own, sinking deep into meditation that contracts and condenses the energy back into our human bodies, integrating the Great Opening into bone and muscle, sinew, fat, and skin. Home again. Home.
