I laid on my yoga mat this morning and as I began to listen to my body hear how it wanted to move, I pulled my knees into my chest and rocked from side-to-side.
Then, the tears.
The tears were a combination of heartache, transitions, the unknown and the upcoming anniversary of my best friend dying.
I honored the tears and let them come as I rocked and laid in the fetal position for sometime to let it all wash through me.
Even though it was painful, I knew what was happening and as much as my ego wanted to get on with the day, I couldn’t push past this temporary invitation to be with being human.
As I listened Carly’s Favorite Music Playlist,my body starting moving with a little ease. I moved from my back into child’s pose and cried there for a little bit and then I began sitting upright and swaying.
Before I knew it I was up on my feet and transitioned to another playlist (while my dog watched), Carly’s Dancing Music.
I recorded myself dancing to send to my teenagers to let them know what happens when I have the house to myself.
And as I continued to dance to many songs from African Drumming to Bob Marley to Paul Simon joy sparkled through. The more I danced, the more I felt myself.
I write to you in hopes that today or maybe sometime this week, you find a song, turn up the volume and DANCE. We all have a dancer inside of us!
I hope you enjoy . . .
