Something beautiful and terrifying is happening. I am starting to move into my body. To feel it.
It humbles me. I feel so deeply that I am part of nature.
My body moves in cycles, with the moon, with the seasons, with the coming and going of night and day. It moves me. It feels like an art to allow it, to start flowing in harmony with it.
I am just dipping my toe in the water. I have learned to be patient and allow. Not to rush and force my own unfolding.
But there is a burning desire deep in my belly to come home. To surrender and become one with the grass and the wind and the oceans. To dissolve and be no more.
Just a dance, a laugh, an embrace. Limitless and free.