For me, dance has always been a moving meditation. When I’m dancing, I am in my spirit, it has perpetually been the safest and most euphoric space that I have ever inhabited.
After dancing, choreographing and teaching culminatively for more than 30 years, my whole life! I found yoga. At first yoga lacked creative expression for me. In my teaching diploma I concentrated on learning the scriptures, books, theory, culturalism, religion, spirituality, anatomy and physiology.
I struggled here, I was scared that I would have to make a choice between dance and yoga so I wrote:
Energy moving up into my sacred sacral, booming into my solar plexus, spreading rays of heat that reach all of me.
My heart swelling with every stroke of the cello bow, resonating something, I’m not sure what though
Could it be our tormenting collective pain? From protagonist to alchemist. Poison into medicine, I journey to move that potential grief. Move life, into joy, what is the other option but to die.
And then a smile, passes through the discomfort in my throat, awkwardly but determined, pushing by, a smile rises, I am glad to be alive.
Gratitude permeates within. Blessed gift of the spirit dancing. I rain drops from the corners of my eyes, just enough to cool off the yang of emotion
To bring in, the ying, soft, strong, intuitive woman, I am one.
My sigh is full, deep and over whelming. My chest lifts exports a load then to import a smile. I’m carried away, with my smile, now I know.
I now know there is no dividing line between what moves the spirit and that which spirit moves. So my dilemma needn’t have kept me awake at night, worrying about impossibilities. Me my spirit and I, including the dance of course we are in union. Yoga is union. Yoga is the spirit awakening, dancing, moving, pulsating, breathing, warming, challenging, full of peace, a birth and death, a life all in one breath, one immeasurable moment. Dance? Exactly the same, just by a different name.